Poems by Mary Barber
The Recantation: To The Same Lady
... They seem, as if your Form you priz'd, ...
To A Lady, Who Invited The Author Into The Country.
... Stiflcd with Smoke, and stunn'd with Noise ...
To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Thomond, At Bath
... When injur'd, shook the British Throne ...
Written for my Son ... at his First Putting on Breeches
... The beasts are cloath'd with beauteous skins : ...
Written For My Son
... These slight Distinctions from the Learn'd and Wise, ...
To A Gentleman, Who Shew'd A Fine Poem As His Own.
... (Tho' envious Criticks vent their Gall,) ...
The Oak And Its Branches.
... Know, Sons, tho' Jove hath made me great, ...
To The Right Honourable The Lady Sarah Cowper.
... There practise Smiles, and point their Eyes: ...
To Mrs. Frances--Arabella Kelly.
... Grant Heav'n, my Locks may ne'er be gray! ...
An Epitaph On The Late Lord Mount--Cashel.
... Tho' many Virtues fill'd her Breast, ...
Written At Dr. Mead's House In Ormond--Street, To Mrs. Mead.
... Books, Pictures, Statues, here we find, ...
An Apology To Dr. Clayton, Bishop Of Killala, And His Lady
... That the Church, in the Marriage of Prelates, was bless'd ...
A Letter To A Friend,
... Should raise him high above his Neighbours: ...
To His Grace The Duke Of Buckingham And Normanby, At The Camp Before Philipsburgh.
... SHEFFIELD, since martial Ardor fires your Breast, ...
Written at Tunbridge--Wells
... Your choicest Springs, Germania, give: ...
