Poems by Mary Barber
On Seeing The Captives, Lately Redeem'd From Barbary By His Majesty.
... they cry; O! 'tis enough--We now in Peace shall die: ...
To Mrs. Anne Donnellan, With The Fourth Essay On Man
... Wise, as your Converse, rapt'rous, as your Voice ...
To The Honourable Mrs. Spencer, On Her Removing From Windsor To Rookly In Hampshire.
... Yet still your Sighs can rise for the Distress'd: ...
Written For My Son, To Some Of The Fellows Of The College,
... Let them do what they would, they were sure of a Scolding ...
On Imagining A Friend Had Treated The Author With Indifference.
... In Love, like Winds, you fan the Fire, ...
Stella And Flavia.
... Then boast, fair Flavia, boast your Face, ...
On The Earl Of Oxford And Mortimer's Giving His Daughter In Marriage In Oxford--Chapel.
... Where soar'd so high, as from that sacred Ground ...
To Robert Barber Esq; Deputy To The Treasurer's Remembrancer In The Court Of Exchequer
... Thy Heart, indignant, scorns his faithless Friends ...
To The Right Honourable John Earl Of Orrery, At Bath, After The Death Of The Late Earl.
... 'tis Time: Excess of Virtue may become a Crime ...
Verses Ty'd About A Fawn's Neck
... When Phoebus brightens up the Weather, ...
To The Right Honourable The Lady Kilmorey
... You think you're call'd to Worlds from whence you came ...
An Apology To The Earl Of Orrery
... Pours out those Thanks, which cannot be express'd: ...
Upon Seeing A Raffle For Addison's Works Unfill'd
... Be wise--subscribe--and shew, at least ...
To Sophronia.
... Hail, sacred Friendship! seldom found, ...
To Mrs. ---
... A grateful Heart will own the Debt, ...
