Poems by Mary Leapor
Crumble-Hall
... Some Mouths that grin, some smile, and some that spew ...
Strephon to Celia
... Now, madam, as the chat goes round, ...
An Epistle to a Lady
... Clorinda's&emsp ...
Mira's Will
... - My departed&emsp ...
Man the Monarch
... Then view'd her Work, and view'd, and smil'd again, ...
