Poems by Mary Barber
The Prodigy.
... '' Then they throng to my House, and my Maid they beseech, ...
A True Tale
... Whose Names they lisp'd, ere they could spell: ...
Written For My Son, In A Bible Which Was Presented To Him.
... Inspir'd from thence, my Verse shall soar, ...
An Apology Written For My Son To The Reverend Mr. Sampson,
... Heav'n knows how much I rack'd my Head, ...
A Letter For My Son To One Of His School--Fellows, Son To Henry Rose, Esq;
... ``You may rhyme till you're blind, what arises from thence ...
The Peacock.
... Well knowing, should he tread that Soil, ...
To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Portland
... I'll trace the slight--drawn Lines again ...
Apollo's Edict.
... When Damon's Soul shall take its Flight, ...
To Alexander Pope, Esq.
... And curse with Floods, which should have bless'd the Plain ...
To Mrs. Barber
... Not Time from thee, but thou from Time may'st gain: ...
Spoken Extempore, To The Right Honourable The Lady Barbara North
... And taught the drooping Arts to smile, ...
To The Right Honourable The Lady Elizabeth Boyle On Her BirthDay
... With Taste and Science bless'd, by Virtue crown'd ...
Verses Occasion'd By The Sickness Of Mrs. Anne Donnellan.
... Goddess of Health, where--e'er you dwell, ...
Written For A Gentlewoman In Distress, To Her Grace Adelida, Dutchess Of Shrewsbury.
... Why then, Thou gracious, Thou all--pow'rful God, ...
A Letter Written For My Daughter To A Lady, Who Had Presented Her With A Cap.
... ``Who plead Prescription for their Rule, ...
