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orpheus_laments: La Passion Vaincue by Anne Kingsmill Finch
orpheus_laments: To A Husband by Anne Kingsmill Finch
SeaGoatScreams: Softest note of whispered anguish,
Harmony's refin'dest part,
Striking, while thou seem'st to languish,
Full upon the listener's heart
~Excerpt from 'A Sigh', Anne Kingsmill Finch, 1703
Webwight: Woman of the day: Anne Kingsmill Finch (1661–1720), Countess of Winchilsea, English poet. “It has been suggested that she may be the best woman poet in England prior to the nineteenth century.” Her work was admired by Swift and Pope.
HestarKaty: The nymph in vain bestows her pains
That seeks to thrive where rumination reigns
[not quite Anne Kingsmill Finch]
InlibroV: "Give me, O indulgent Fate !
Give me yet before I die
A sweet but absolute Retreat,
'Mongst paths so lost and trees so high,
That the world may ne'er invade,
Through such windings and such shade.
My unshaken liberty."
Anne Kingsmill Finch
"Petition for an absolute Retreat"
3lewi_94: Give me, O indulgent Fate !
Give me yet before I die
A sweet but absolute Retreat,
'Mongst paths so lost and trees so high,
That the world may ne'er invade,
Through such windings and such shade.
My unshaken liberty.
- Anne Kingsmill Finch
"Petition for an absolute Retreat"
beccanalia: A lovely listen: (
PatrickA7071: Hope by Anne Kingsmill Finch
The Tree of Knowledge we in Eden prov'd;
The Tree of Life was thence to Heav'n remov'd:
Hope is the growth of Earth, the only Plant,
Which either Heav'n, or Paradise cou'd want.
samrat747: To Edward Jenkinson, Esq by Anne Kingsmill Finch Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease, We own you better form'd for Peace. Nor Pallas you, nor Mars shou'd follow; Your Gods are Cupid and Apollo; Who give sweet Looks, and early Rhimes, Bespeakin... -
samrat747: To Mr. F. Now Earl of W by Anne Kingsmill Finch No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, Her FLAVIO did so kindly ask, Ere he returned agen. -
samrat747: To The Nightingale by Anne Kingsmill Finch Exert thy Voice, sweet Harbinger of Spring! This Moment is thy Time to sing, This Moment I attend to Praise, And set my Numbers to thy Layes. Free as thine shall be my Song; As thy Musick, short, or long. -
samrat747: To The Painter Of An Ill-drawn Picture of Cleone by Anne Kingsmill Finch Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles; And does that sweet and pleasing Air control, Which to us paints the fair C... -
samrat747: Verses by Anne Kingsmill Finch Observe this Piece, which to our Sight does bring The fittest Posture for the Swedish King; (Encompass'd, as we think, with Armies round, Tho' not express'd within this narrow Bound) Who, whilst his warlike and exten... -
samrat747: The Tradesman and the Scholar by Anne Kingsmill Finch A Citizen of mighty Pelf, But much a Blockhead, in himself Disdain'd a Man of shining Parts, Master of Sciences and Arts, Who left his Book scarce once a day For sober Coffee, Smoak, or Tea; No... -
samrat747: The Tree by Anne Kingsmill Finch Fair tree! for thy delightful shade 'Tis just that some return be made; Sure some return is due from me To thy cool shadows, and to thee. When thou to birds dost shelter give, Thou music dost from them receive; If ... -
samrat747: The Unequal Fetters by Anne Kingsmill Finch Cou'd we stop the time that's flying Or recall itt when 'tis past Put far off the day of Dying Or make Youth for ever last To Love wou'd then be worth our cost. -
samrat747: Three Songs by Anne Kingsmill Finch LOVE, thou art best of Human Joys, Our chiefest Happiness below; All other Pleasures are but Toys, Musick without Thee is but Noise, And Beauty but an empty Show. Heav'n, who knew best what Man wou'd move, And r... -
samrat747: To A Husband by Anne Kingsmill Finch This is to the crown and blessing of my life, The much loved husband of a happy wife; To him whose constant passion found the art To win a stubborn and ungrateful heart, And to the world by tenderest proof disc... -
samrat747: To Death by Anne Kingsmill Finch O King of Terrors, whose unbounded Sway All that have Life, must certainly Obey; The King, the Priest, the Prophet, all are Thine, Nor wou'd ev'n God (in Flesh) thy Stroke decline. My Name is on thy Roll, and sure ... -
samrat747: The Petition for an Absolute Retreat by Anne Kingsmill Finch Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost and trees so high That the world may ne'er invade Through such windings and such ... -
samrat747: The Philosopher, the Young Man, and his Statue by Anne Kingsmill Finch A Fond Athenian Mother brought A Sculptor to indulge her Thought, And carve her Only Son; Who to such strange perfection wrought, That every Eye the Statue caught Nor ought was... -
samrat747: The Phoenix by Anne Kingsmill Finch A Female Friend advis'd a Swain (Whose Heart she wish'd at ease) Make Love thy Pleasure, not thy Pain, Nor let it deeply seize. -
samrat747: The Poor Man's Lamb by Anne Kingsmill Finch NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter waits his slow returns, Where unattended Incense faintly burns: In vain the whisp'ring Priest... -
samrat747: The Shepherd And The Calm by Anne Kingsmill Finch Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their Attention lent, Or with the Harmony in Chorus went, To something less ... -
samrat747: The Spleen by Anne Kingsmill Finch What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause cou'd find, Or fix thee to remain in one continued Shape. Still varying thy perplexing Form, Now a D... -
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samrat747: The LORD and the BRAMBLE by Anne Kingsmill Finch To view his stately Walks and Groves, A Man of Pow'r and Place Was hast'ning on; but as he roves, His Foe the slighted Bramble proves, And stops his eager Pace. That Shrub was qualify'd to Bite; And... -
samrat747: The Lyon And The Gnat by Anne Kingsmill Finch To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, and sullen Mood, Now took his lazy way. To Rest he there himself compos'd, And in his Mind revolv'd... -
samrat747: The Man And His Horse by Anne Kingsmill Finch Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining so his Neighbours Hay, That at the Inn he might not pay For Forage all the Night. With Heart's conte... -
samrat747: The Man Bitten By Fleas by Anne Kingsmill Finch A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes to rest his Crown -
samrat747: The Owl Describing her Young Ones by Anne Kingsmill Finch Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, sure, for every Mortals good, When, by wrong painting of her Brood, She... -
samrat747: Song by Anne Kingsmill Finch The nymph in vain bestows her pains That seeks to thrive where Bacchus reigns; In vain are charms, or smiles, or frowns, All images his torrent drowns. Flames to the head he may impart, But makes an island of the hear... -
samrat747: The Appology by Anne Kingsmill Finch 'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule I am alone forbid to play the fool To follow through the Groves a wand'ring Muse And fain'd Idea's for my pleasures chuse Why shou'd it in my Pen be held a fault Whils... -
samrat747: The Atheist And The Acorn by Anne Kingsmill Finch Methinks this World is oddly made, And ev'ry thing's amiss, A dull presuming Atheist said, As stretch'd he lay beneath a Shade; And instanced in this: Behold, quoth he, that mighty thing, A Pumpki... -
samrat747: The Cautious Lovers by Anne Kingsmill Finch Silvia, let's from the Crowd retire; For, What to you and me (Who but each other do desire) Is all that here we see? Apart we'll live, tho' not alone; For, who alone can call Those, who in Desarts live ... -
samrat747: The Cautious Lovers by Anne Kingsmill Finch Silvia, let's from the Crowd retire; For, What to you and me (Who but each other do desire) Is all that here we see? Apart we'll live, tho' not alone; For, who alone can call Those, who in Desarts live ... -
samrat747: The Change by Anne Kingsmill Finch POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, What Flocks, or Herds, will near thee stay? The Swans, that sought thee in thy Pride, Now on new St... -
samrat747: The Critick and the Writer of Fables by Anne Kingsmill Finch Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft Delight, Pleas'd to Translate, or easily Endite: Whilst aery Fictions h... -
samrat747: The Dog And His Master by Anne Kingsmill Finch NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the Alarm, when any one drew nigh, Nor let pretended Friends pass fearless by: For which reprov'd, a... -
samrat747: The Eagle, The Sow, And The Cat by Anne Kingsmill Finch THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was by a Cat possest, And near the Root with Litter warmly drest, A teeming Sow ... -
samrat747: The Equipage by Anne Kingsmill Finch Since the Road of Life's so ill; I, to pass it, use this Skill, My frail Carriage driving home To its latest Stage, the Tomb. Justice first, in Harness strong, Marches stedfastly along: Charity, to smooth the P... -
samrat747: The Equipage by Anne Kingsmill Finch Since the Road of Life's so ill; I, to pass it, use this Skill, My frail Carriage driving home To its latest Stage, the Tomb. Justice first, in Harness strong, Marches stedfastly along: Charity, to smooth the P... -
samrat747: The Hog, The Sheep, And Goat, Carrying To A FAIR by Anne Kingsmill Finch Who does not wish, ever to judge aright, And, in the Course of Life's Affairs, To have a quick, and far extended Sight, Tho' it too often multiplies his Cares? And who has gr... -
samrat747: The House of Socrates by Anne Kingsmill Finch FOR Socrates a House was built, Of but inferiour Size; Not highly Arch'd, nor Carv'd, nor Gilt; The Man, 'tis said, was Wise. -
samrat747: The Hymn by Anne Kingsmill Finch To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise Him, ye Heavens unreach'd by mortal Eyes, Praise Him, in your degree, ye sublunary Skies! -
samrat747: The King and the Shepherd by Anne Kingsmill Finch Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule maintains. Tho' beyond Love's, Ambition's Empire goes; For who feels... -
samrat747: Moral Song by Anne Kingsmill Finch Would we attain the happiest State, That is design'd us here; No Joy a Rapture must create, No Grief beget Despair. No Injury fierce Anger raise, No Honour tempt to Pride; No vain Desires of empty Praise Must in ... -
samrat747: On Myselfe by Anne Kingsmill Finch Good Heav'n, I thank thee, since it was design'd I shou'd be fram'd, but of the weaker kinde, That yet, my Soul, is rescu'd from the Love Of all those Trifles, which their Passions move. Pleasures, and Praise, an... -
samrat747: On the Death of the Honourable Mr. James Thynne by Anne Kingsmill Finch Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And thus our Expectations to destroy, Raising a Grief, where we had form'd ... -
samrat747: On The Hurricane by Anne Kingsmill Finch You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor sought, as heretofore, with Friendly Aid Only, new Motion to bestow Upon the s... -
samrat747: t of the Fifth Scene in the Second Act of Athalia by Anne Kingsmill Finch Enter, as in the Temple of Jerusalem, ATHALIA, MATHAN, ABNER [Mathan] WHY, to our Wonder, in this Place is seen, Thus discompos'd, and alter'd, Juda's Queen? May we demand,... -
samrat747: Reformation by Anne Kingsmill Finch A Gentleman, most wretched in his Lot, A wrangling and reproving Wife had got, Who, tho' she curb'd his Pleasures, and his Food, Call'd him My Dear, and did it for his Good, Ills to prevent; She of all Ills the ... -
samrat747: In Praise Of Writing Letters by Anne Kingsmill Finch Blest be the Man! his Memory at least, Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast, And taught succeeding Times an easy way Their secret Thoughts by Letters to convey; To baffle Absence, and se... -
samrat747: Jealousy by Anne Kingsmill Finch VAIN Love, why do'st thou boast of Wings, That cannot help thee to retire! When such quick Flames Suspicion brings, As do the Heart about thee fire. Still Swift to come, but when to go Thou shou'd'st be more–Alas... -
samrat747: La Passion Vaincue by Anne Kingsmill Finch On the Banks of the Severn a desperate Maid (Whom some Shepherd, neglecting his Vows, had betray'd,) Stood resolving to banish all Sense of the Pain, And pursue, thro' her Death, a Revenge on the Swain. S... -
samrat747: Life's Progress by Anne Kingsmill Finch How gayly is at first begun Our Life's uncertain Race! Whilst yet that sprightly Morning Sun, With which we just set out to run Enlightens all the Place. How smiling the World's Prospect lies How tempting t... -
samrat747: Man's Injustice Towards Providence by Anne Kingsmill Finch A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained, In little time a mighty Fortune gain'd. No Pyrate seiz'd his still returning Freight; Nor foundring Vessel sunk with its own Weight: No Ruin ent... -
samrat747: For the Better by Anne Kingsmill Finch A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did his Broths digest, How chim'd his Pulse, and how he took his Rest: If shudd'ring Cold by Burning... -
samrat747: Fragment at Tunbridge-Wells by Anne Kingsmill Finch FOR He, that made, must new create us, Ere Seneca, or Epictetus, With all their serious Admonitions, Can, for the Spleen, prove good Physicians. The Heart's unruly Palpitation Will not be laid by... -
samrat747: Friendship Between Ephelia And Ardelia by Anne Kingsmill Finch Eph. What Friendship is, ARDELIA shew. Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You. Eph. This Account, so short (tho' kind) Suits not my enquiring Mind. Therefore farther now repeat; What is Frie... -
samrat747: From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso by Anne Kingsmill Finch Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to the snowy Ewe, in thy esteem, The Father of the Flock a Foe must see... -
samrat747: Glass by Anne Kingsmill Finch O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; To let in all the useful Beams of Day, Yet force, as subtil Winds, without thy Shash to stay; T'extract from Embers by a strange Dev... -
samrat747: Hope by Anne Kingsmill Finch The Tree of Knowledge we in Eden prov'd; The Tree of Life was thence to Heav'n remov'd: Hope is the growth of Earth, the only Plant, Which either Heav'n, or Paradise cou'd want. Hell knows it not, to Us alone confin'... -
samrat747: An EPISTLE From A Gentleman To Madam Deshouliers by Anne Kingsmill Finch URANIA, whom the Town admires, Whose Wit and Beauty share our Praise; This fair URANIA who inspires A thousand Joys a thousand ways, She, who cou'd with a Glance convey Favou... -
samrat747: An EPISTLE from Alexander to Hephaestion In His Sickness by Anne Kingsmill Finch WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce the Light endure, (So long unclos'd, th... -
samrat747: An Invitation to Dafnis by Anne Kingsmill Finch When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that scarsly bent the flowers, Or wav'd the woodbines, on the summer bowers, The Nymphs disord... -
samrat747: Ardelia to Melancholy by Anne Kingsmill Finch At last, my old inveterate foe, No opposition shalt thou know. Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease of pain, I will att last, no more do soe, Tho' I confesse, I have apply'd Sweet mi... -
samrat747: Consolation by Anne Kingsmill Finch See, Phoebus breaking from the willing skies, See, how the soaring Lark, does with him rise, And through the air, is such a journy borne As if she never thought of a return. Now, to his noon, behold him proudly ... -
samrat747: Cupid And Folly by Anne Kingsmill Finch CUPID, ere depriv'd of Sight, Young and apt for all Delight, Met with Folly on the way, As Idle and as fond of Play. In gay Sports the time they pass; Now run, now wrestle on the Grass; Their painted Wings t... -
samrat747: A Tale of the Miser and the Poet by Anne Kingsmill Finch A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at his Fingers Ends; For new Events was still providing; Yet now d... -
samrat747: Adam Pos'd by Anne Kingsmill Finch Cou'd our First Father, at his toilsome Plough, Thorns in his Path, and Labour on his Brow, Cloath'd only in a rude, unpolish'd Skin, Cou'd he a vain Fantastick Nymph have seen, In all her Airs, in all her antick... -
samrat747: Alcidor by Anne Kingsmill Finch While Monarchs in stern Battle strove For proud Imperial Sway; Abandon'd to his milder Love, Within a silent peaceful Grove, Alcidor careless lay. -
samrat747: An Apology for my fearfull temper by Anne Kingsmill Finch Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such a Soul as Cato's Daughter Nor active valour nor enduring Nor leading troops nor ... -
