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Mary Barber

To the Honble. Miss Carteret, Now Countess of Dysert.

Fair Innocence, the Muses lovelicst
On Acts of Mercy sound thy rising Fame.
Let others from frail Beauty hope Applause:
Plead thou the Fatherless, and Widow’s Cause.
Fly to your Mother; let each winning Grace
Engage Compassion for my helpless Race.
So shall the wond’ring World be taught from thence,
Beauty is but your second Excellence.

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Spoken Extempore, to the Right Honourable the Lady Barbara North

This Present from a lovely Dame, Fair and unsully’d, as her Fame, Shall to Hibernia be convey’d, Where once, rever’d, her Father s… And taught the drooping Arts to s…
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…
Written for my Son to His Master, on the Anniversary of the Battle of the Boyne.

Is what we owe great William then Forgotten by ungrateful Men? And has His Fame run out its Dat… Who snatch’d us from the Brink of… Else, why should Scholars, Sir,…
Verses Occasion’D by the Sickness of Mrs. Anne Donnellan.

Goddess of Health, where—e’er you… To Philomela fly; O hasten from your rural Cell, Nor let the Fair one die. Again her Voice divine restore,
To a Gentleman, Who Had Abus’D Waller.

I grieve to think that Waller’s b… Waller, so long, so justly, fam’d. Then own your Verses writ in Hast… Or I shall say, you’ve lost your… Perhaps your loyal Heart disdains
Written in the Conclusion of a Letter to Mr. Tickel,

Eternal King, is there one Hour, To make me greatly bless’d? When shall I have it in my Pow’r To succour the Distress’d? In vain, alas! my Heart o’erflows
An Apology Written for my Son to the Reverend Mr. Sampson,

With Joy your Summons we obey, And come to celebrate this Day. Yet I, alas! despair to please; For you require exalted Lays: And, let me write whate’er I will…
Written for my Son, and Spoken by Him, at a Public Examination for Victors.

To you, Athenians, we again submi… Reward, or punish us, as you think… Let Idleness, unpity’d, meet Disg… For Idleness, this Year, is doubl… This is the Æra, this the destin’d…
To Robert Barber Esq; Deputy to the Treasurer’s Remembrancer in the Court of Exchequer

Whilst Gay’s unhappy Fate thy Ea… Thy Heart, indignant, scorns his… Thy gen’rous Heart, which never l… A Friend or to deceive, or to bet… With Honour and Integrity so bles…
To Alexander Pope, Esq.

Shall for the Man of Ross thy Ly… And sleeps illustrious Thanet yet… Since to distinguish Merit is thy… Let Thanet in thy deathless Prais… Let me, unequal to the Task, exci…
Totthe Right Honourable the Lady Elizabeth Germain, Upon Seeing Her Do a Generous Action.

When Ruin threaten’d me of late, With all its ghastly Train; Some Pow’r, in Pity to my Fate, Sent bountiful Germain, Her Soul is mov’d with my Distres…
Written at Dr. Mead’s House in Ormond—Street, to Mrs. Mead.

Books, Pictures, Statues, here we… And each excelling in their Kind. Mead’s Taste in ev’ry Thing we vi… But chiefly in his Choice of You.
On the Earl of Oxford and Mortimer’s Giving His Daughter in Marriage in Oxford—Chapel.

See, in the Temple rais’d by Harl… His beauteous Off—spring at the A… There Mortimer resigns his darlin… To happy Portland gives the bloom… Where had the Parent’s Pray’r lik…
The Widow Gordon’s Petition

To the Right Hon. the Lady Carte… Weary’d with long Attendance on t… You, Madam, are the Wretch’s last… Eternal King! if here in vain I c… Where shall the Fatherless and Wi…
A Letter Written for my Son to a Young Gentleman

Dear Jack, whilst you thro’ Fland… Can you forget your Friends at Ho… Say, will your Tutors give you Ti… To write to Hereticks in Rhyme? A Name they brand us with, dear Y…



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