Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (15 May 1689 – 21 August 1762) was an English aristocrat and writer. Montagu is today chiefly remembered for her letters, particularly her letters from Turkey, as wife to the British ambassador, which have been described by Billie Melman as “the very first example of a secular work by a woman about the Muslim Orient”.
Lady Mary Pierrepont was born in London on 15 May 15 1689; her baptism took place on 26 May at St. Paul's Church in Covent Garden. She was a daughter of Evelyn Pierrepont, 5th Earl of Kingston-upon-Hull, and his first wife, Lady Mary Fielding.
Her mother had three more children before dying in 1692. The children were raised by ... more »
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Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Poems
An Answer to a Love-Letter, in Verse
Is it to me this sad lamenting strain? Are Heaven's choicest gifts bestow'd in vain? A plenteous fortune and a beauteous bride, Your love rewarded, and content your pride;
A Man in Love
L'Homme qui ne se trouve point, et ne se trouvera jamais. The man who feels the dear disease,
Cease, fond shepherd -- cease desiring What you never must enjoy; She derides your vain aspiring, She to all your sex is coy.
A Hymn to the Moon
Written in July, in an arbour Thou silver deity of secret night,
Epistle from Arthur Grey, the Footman, t...
Read, lovely nymph, and tremble not to read, I have no more to wish, nor you to dread; I ask not life, for life to me were vain, And death a refuge from severer pain.
An Answer to a Lady, Who Advised Lady Mo...
You little know the heart that you advise: I view this various scene with equal eyes; In crowded courts I find myself alone, And pay my worship to a nobler throne.
Verses Written in a Garden
See how the pair of billing doves With open murmurs own their loves; And, heedless of censorious eyes, Pursue their unpolluted joys;
The Reasons that Induced Dr S to Write a...
The Doctor in a clean starch'd band, His Golden Snuff box in his hand, With care his Di'mond Ring displays And Artfull shews its various Rays,
To that dear nymph, whose pow'rful name Does every throbbing nerve inflame (As the soft sound I low repeat, My pulse unequal measures beat),
An Epistle to the Earl of Burlington
How happy you! who varied joys pursue; And every hour presents you something new! Plans, schemes, and models, all Palladio's art, For six long months have gain'd upon your heart;
Epistle from Mrs. Yonge to Her Husband
Think not this paper comes with vain pretense To move your pity, or to mourn th'offense. Too well I know that hard obdurate heart; No softening mercy there will take my part,
Verses Addressed to the Imitator of the ...
In two large columns on thy motley page Where Roman wit is strip'd with English rage; Where ribaldry to satire makes pretence, And modern scandal rolls with ancient sense:
Tuesday, St. James's Coffee-House
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd, Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd,
Ballad, on a Late Occurrence
Ungodly papers ev'ry week Poor simple souls persuade That courtiers good for nothing are, Or but for mischief made.
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Life is too short for a long story.''Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689-1762), British society figure, letter writer. Letter, July 19, 1759. Selected Letters, ed. Robert Halsband (1970).
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An Answer to a Love-Letter, in Verse
Is it to me this sad lamenting strain?
Are Heaven's choicest gifts bestow'd in vain?
A plenteous fortune and a beauteous bride,
Your love rewarded, and content your pride;
Yet, leaving her, 'tis me that you pursue,
Without one single charm -- but being new.
How vile is man! How I detest the ways
Of covert falsehood and designing praise!
As tasteless, easier happiness you slight,
Ruin your joy, and mischief your delight.
Why should poor pug (the mimic of your kind)
Wear a rough chain, and be to box confin'd?
Some cup, perhaps, he breaks, or tears ...