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Mary Barber

The Reverend Dr. L—.

In vain you shew a happy Nation,
The Gospel’s gracious Dispensation;
And plead from thence, to bring up Youth
To early Piety and Truth.
To unattentive Ears you preach,
What Miseries alone can teach.
 
’Tis said, Hibernia boasts a Flood,
Famous for petrefying Wood:
Tunbridge, thy Min’ral Streams, we know,
A stranger Transformation show:
Their dire Effects the Wretched feel:
Thy Waters turn the Heart to Steel.

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Written for my Son in His Sickness, to One of His School Fellows.

I little thought that honest Dick Would slight me so, when I was si… Is he a Friend, who only stays, Whilst Health and Pleasure gild o… Flies, when Disease our Temper so…
To Sophronia.

Sophronia, all the World agree, The Soul of Friendship dwells in… Let Envy other Gifts dispute, Since here the Fury must be mute. Without one vain, one venal View,
To Mrs. S—. Written in my Sickness.

Dear Psyche, come, with chearful… And bless this desolated Place. O come! my sickly Couch attend, And ease the Anguish of your Frie… Thy Soul, with ev’ry Grace supply…
To His Grace the Duke of Chandos.

Were Princes grac’d with Souls li… Princes had still been deem’d divi… Such Merit as we find in thee, First introduc’d Idolatry; When an excelling Form and Mind,
To Mrs. Caesar, at the Speaker’s Lodgings at Bath.

When lately you acquitted me, With Carteret I din’d; And, in Return, (tho’ grievous) t… To Onslow I resign’d. ’Tis wise the happy Hour to seize…
Epilogue to a Comedy Acted at Bath,

Ladies, this Entertainment we hav… Has not been rightly suited, I mu… Heroic Virtue should have been di… And Homage to heroic Virtue paid. Low Comedy supplies but mean Deli…
To Mrs. Newans

You say ’tis hard to copy well, Where Nature does herself excel. Allow’d—yet still let me advise: Near as you can, to Nature rise; Nor Time, nor Colours will be los…
A Letter Written for my Daughter to a Lady, Who Had Presented Her With a Cap.

Your late kind Gift let me restor… For I must never wear it more. My Mother cries, 'What’s here to… ‘A Crimson Velvet Cap for you! ’If to these Heights so soon you…
To a Lady

WELL you Sincerity display, A virtue wond’rous rare! Nor value, tho’ the world should s… You’re rude, so you’re sincere. To be sincere, then, give me leave…
To the Right Honourable the Lady Elizabeth Brownlow,

Who can the hardest Task refuse, When lovely Lady Betty sues? If her Requests Resistance find, It must be from the Deaf and Blin…
A Letter Written From London to Mrs. Strangeways Hornet

Say, my Hortensia, in this silent… When the pale Queen of Night exer… What Guardian—Angels on thy Slum… To paint the Glories of thy futur… To shew what Mansions, in the Rea…
To the Right Hon. the Earl of Orrery, on His Promise to Sup With the Author.

Tho’ the Muse had deny’d me so of… I ventur’d this Day to invoke her… She ask’d what I wanted; I said,… Your Lordship had promis’d to sup… That on an Occasion so much to my…
On Leaving Bath.

The Britons, in their Nature shy, View Strangers with a distant Eye… We think them partial and severe; And judge their Manners by their… Are undeceiv’d by Time alone;
To the Honourable Mrs. Spencer, on Her Removing From Windsor to Rookly in Hampshire.

Where—e’er you go, some Actions s… Which make the Goodness of your M… Hibernia early saw those Seeds of… In your fair Breast, which now sh… Foresaw the Hopes you gave, matur…
To the Right Honourable the Earl of Thomond, at Bath

Obrian, were in Story told, Thy Ancestors wore Crowns of old: In fair Hibernia’s Isle they reig… A Country, by their Sons disdain’… Too apt to charge their Native Is…



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