Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Poems

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

The Reasons That Induced Dr S To Write A Poem Call'D The Lady's Dressing Room

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,
While Grave he stalks down -- -- Street
His dearest Betty -- to meet.
Long had he waited for this Hour,
Nor gain'd Admittance to the Bower,
Had jok'd and punn'd, and swore and writ,
Try'd all his Galantry and Wit,
Had told her oft what part he bore
In Oxford's Schemes in days of yore,
But Bawdy, Politicks nor Satyr
Could move this dull hard hearted Creature.
Jenny her Maid could taste a Rhyme
And greiv'd ...

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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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