Lady Mary Wortley Montagu


Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Poems

1. The Fourth Ode Of The First Book Of Horace Imitated 1/3/2003
2. Between Your Sheets 8/3/2015
3. Irregular Verses To Truth 1/3/2003
4. To The Same 1/3/2003
5. The Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace Imitated 1/3/2003
6. To Mr. ------ 1/3/2003
7. Thursday, The Bassette-Table 1/3/2003
8. On Seeing A Portrait Of Sir Robert Walpole 1/3/2003
9. The Politicians 1/3/2003
10. Monday, Roxana, Or The Drawing-Room 1/3/2003
11. Written At Lovere, 1755 1/3/2003
12. Julia To Ovid 1/3/2003
13. Impromptu, To A Young Lady Singing 1/3/2003
14. The Bride In The Country 1/3/2003
15. Melinda's Complaint 1/3/2003
16. Town Eclogues: Monday; Roxana Or The Drawing-Room 1/1/2004
17. On The Death Of Mrs. Bowes 1/3/2003
18. The Fifth Ode Of The First Book Of Horace Imitated 1/3/2003
19. Song -- Rondeau 1/3/2003
20. Town Eclogues: Tuesday; St. James's Coffee-House 1/1/2004
21. Town Eclogues: Wednesday 1/1/2004
22. Fragment To ****** 1/3/2003
23. Town Eclogues: Thursday; The Bassette-Table 1/1/2004
24. John Duke Of Marlborough 1/3/2003
25. Lady Hertford To Lord William Hamilton 1/3/2003
26. Friday, The Toilette 1/3/2003
27. Epithalamium 1/3/2003
28. To A Friend On His Travels 1/3/2003
29. Farewell To Bath 1/3/2003
30. Wednesday, The Tête À Tête 1/3/2003
31. The Court Of Dulness 1/3/2003
32. A Character 1/3/2003
33. Continuation 1/3/2003
34. Epistle From Arthur Grey, The Footman, To Mrs. Murray, After His Condemnation For Attempting To Comm 1/1/2004
35. Addressed To ------, 1736 1/3/2003
36. Lines Written In A Blank Page Of Milton's Paradise Lost 1/3/2003
37. Answered, For Lord William Hamilton 1/3/2003
38. Answer 1/3/2003
39. The Lady's Resolve 1/3/2003
40. Epistle To Lord Hervey On The King's Birthday From The Country 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

A Man In Love

L'Homme qui ne se trouve point, et ne se trouvera jamais.


The man who feels the dear disease,
Forgets himself, neglects to please,
The crowd avoids, and seeks the groves,
And much he thinks when much he loves;
Press'd with alternate hope and fear,
Sighs in her absence, sighs when near.
The gay, the fond, the fair, the young,
Those trifles pass unseen along,
To him a pert insipid throng.
But most he shuns the vain coquette;
Contemns her false affected wit:
The minstrel's sound, the flowing bowl,
Oppress and hurt the amorous soul....

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John Duke Of Marlborough

When the proud Frenchman's strong rapacious hand
Spread o'er Europe ruin and command,
Our sinking temples and expiring law
With trembling dread the rolling tempest saw;
Destin'd a province to insulting Gaul,
This genius rose, and stopp'd the ponderous fall.
His temperate valour form'd no giddy scheme,
No victory ras'd him to a rage of fame;
The happy temper of his even mind

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