Say, Worsdcal, where you learn'd the Art
To paint the Goodness of the Heart
The flatt'ring Teint let others prize;
You call the Soul into the Eyes:
There we the various Virtues trace
Of Churchil's, and Godolphin's Race.
Thrice happy Pelham, to whose Arms
Were destin'd never--fading Charms!

(C) Mary Barber
03/06/2017


Best Poems of Mary Barber

• To Mr. Rose;
• To A Lady
• Sincerity
• To Alexander Pope, Esq.
• The Peacock.
• A True Tale
• The Prodigy.
• Written For My Son
• To Mrs. ---
• To Novella
• An Invitation To Edward Walpole, Esq.
• Written Upon The Rocks At Tunbridge,
• To Mrs. Newans
• The Reverend Dr. L---.
• On Leaving Bath.
• To Mrs. Anne Donnellan, With The Fourth Essay On Man
• Stella And Flavia.
• Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country.