Anne Kingsmill Finch

(April 1661 - 5 August 1720 / Sydmonton, Hampshire)

Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems

1. A Contemplation 4/16/2010
2. A Description Of One Of The Pieces Of Tapistry At Long-Leat 4/16/2010
3. A Letter To Dafnis April: 2d 1685 4/16/2010
4. A Letter To The Same Person 4/16/2010
5. A Miller, His Son, And Their Ass 4/16/2010
6. A Nocturnal Reverie 4/16/2010
7. A Pastoral Dialogue Between Two Shepherdesses 1/1/2004
8. A Poem For The Birth-Day Of The Right Honble The Lady Catharine Tufton 1/1/2004
9. A Song 1/1/2004
10. A Suplication For The Joys Of Heaven 4/16/2010
11. A Tale Of The Miser And The Poet 1/1/2004
12. Adam Pos'D 1/1/2004
13. Alcidor 1/1/2004
14. All Is Vanity 4/16/2010
15. An Apology For My Fearfull Temper 1/3/2003
16. An Epistle From A Gentleman To Madam Deshouliers 1/1/2004
17. An Epistle From Alexander To Hephaestion In His Sickness 1/1/2004
18. An Invitation To Dafnis 1/3/2003
19. Ardelia To Melancholy 1/3/2003
20. Consolation 1/3/2003
21. Cupid And Folly 1/1/2004
22. Democritus And His Neighbors 4/16/2010
23. Enquiry After Peace 4/16/2010
24. Fanscomb Barn 4/16/2010
25. For The Better 1/1/2004
26. Fragment 4/16/2010
27. Fragment At Tunbridge-Wells 1/1/2004
28. Friendship Between Ephelia And Ardelia 1/1/2004
29. From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso 1/1/2004
30. Glass 1/1/2004
31. Hope 1/1/2004
32. In Praise Of Writing Letters 1/1/2004
33. Jealousy 1/1/2004
34. Jupiter And The Farmer 4/16/2010
35. La Passion Vaincue 1/1/2004
36. Life's Progress 1/1/2004
37. Love, Death, And Reputation 4/16/2010
38. Man's Injustice Towards Providence 1/1/2004
39. Mercury And The Elephant 4/16/2010
40. Moral Song 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Anne Kingsmill Finch

The Dog And His Master

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, as better Fed than Taught,
He rightly thus expostulates the Fault.

To keep the House from Rascals was my Charge;
The Task was great, and the Commission large.
Nor did your Worship e'er declare your Mind,
That to the begging Crew it was confin'd;
Who shrink an Arm, or prop an able Knee,
Or turn up Eyes, till they're not seen, nor see.
To Thieves, ...

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To Death

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 I must
Encrease thy gloomy Kingdom in the Dust.
My soul at this no Apprehension feels,
But trembles at thy Swords, thy Racks, thy Wheels;
Thy scorching Fevers, which distract the Sense,

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