Poems by Mary Barber
Written For My Son In His Sickness, To One Of His School fellows.
... Whilst Health and Pleasure gild our Days ...
To A Lady In The Spleen
... Shall Heav'n, that form'd thee wond'rous fair, ...
To A Lady Who Commanded Me To Send Her An Account In Verse
... Nor shall be thought, by those who know me, ...
Sent As From A School--Fellow To My Son
... 'tis true, But wondrous small the Revenue! ...
Advice To The Ladies At Bath. Written By A Lady.
... Let either Brownlow set your Notions right: ...
Written At Camberwell, Near London, In The Study Of Mr. Wainwright
... From thence the beauteous Walks survey ...
Jupiter And Fortune.
... My Arts! (says she) Great Jove, you know, ...
Occasion'd By Reading The Memoirs Of Anne Of Austria
... O Thou, whose Arm, reach'd down from Heav'n to save, ...
Conclusion Of A Letter To The Rev. Mr. C---.
... Which must heighten the Plagues of for better for worse! ...
To A Gentleman
... This Exchange should they make, it would set 'em both right ...
Written At Bath To A Young Lady
... That, should the Nine their Aid refuse, ...
The Reverend Dr. L---.
... And plead from thence, to bring up Youth ...
To Dr. Mead, On His Cape Wine.
... Dispels the Spleen, and conquers Pain, ...
To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Manchester, And Lady Diana Spencer
... That we're to lose Your Grace To--morrow ...
On Seeing An Officer's Widow Distracted
... At length, quite sunk--thy Hope, thy Patience fail'd: ...
