Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Poems

1. A Ballad 1/3/2003
2. A Character 1/3/2003
3. A Hymn To The Moon 1/3/2003
4. A Man In Love 1/3/2003
5. A Summary Of Lord Lyttleton's Advice To A Lady 1/3/2003
6. Addressed To ------, 1736 1/3/2003
7. Advice 1/3/2003
8. An Answer To A Lady, Who Advised Lady Montagu To Retire 1/3/2003
9. An Answer To A Love-Letter, In Verse 1/3/2003
10. An Elegy On Mrs. Thompson 1/3/2003
11. An Epistle From Pope To Lord Bolingbroke 1/3/2003
12. An Epistle To The Earl Of Burlington 1/3/2003
13. Answer 1/3/2003
14. Answered, For Lord William Hamilton 1/3/2003
15. Ballad, On A Late Occurrence 1/3/2003
16. Between Your Sheets 8/3/2015
17. Conclusion Of A Letter To A Friend 1/3/2003
18. Constantinople 1/3/2003
19. Continuation 1/3/2003
20. Epigram, 1734 1/3/2003
21. Epilogue To Mary Queen Of Scots 1/3/2003
22. Epilogue To The Tragedy Of Cato 1/3/2003
23. Epistle From Arthur Grey, The Footman, To Mrs. Murray, After His Condemnation For Attempting To Comm 1/1/2004
24. Epistle From Arthur Grey, The Footman, To Mrs. Murray, After His Condemnation For Attempting To Commit Violence. 1/3/2003
25. Epistle From Mrs. Yonge To Her Husband 1/3/2003
26. Epistle To Lord Hervey On The King's Birthday From The Country 1/3/2003
27. Epithalamium 1/3/2003
28. Farewell To Bath 1/3/2003
29. Fragment To ****** 1/3/2003
30. Friday, The Toilette 1/3/2003
31. Impromptu, To A Young Lady Singing 1/3/2003
32. Irregular Verses To Truth 1/3/2003
33. John Duke Of Marlborough 1/3/2003
34. Julia To Ovid 1/3/2003
35. Lady Hertford To Lord William Hamilton 1/3/2003
36. Lines Written In A Blank Page Of Milton's Paradise Lost 1/3/2003
37. Melinda's Complaint 1/3/2003
38. Monday, Roxana, Or The Drawing-Room 1/3/2003
39. On Seeing A Portrait Of Sir Robert Walpole 1/3/2003
40. On The Death Of Mrs. Bowes 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

An Answer To A Love-Letter, In Verse

Is it to me this sad lamenting strain?
Are Heaven's choicest gifts bestow'd in vain?
A plenteous fortune and a beauteous bride,
Your love rewarded, and content your pride;
Yet, leaving her, 'tis me that you pursue,
Without one single charm -- but being new.
How vile is man! How I detest the ways
Of covert falsehood and designing praise!
As tasteless, easier happiness you slight,
Ruin your joy, and mischief your delight.
Why should poor pug (the mimic of your kind)
Wear a rough chain, and be to box confin'd?
Some cup, perhaps, he breaks, or tears ...

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A Hymn To The Moon

Written in July, in an arbour

Thou silver deity of secret night,
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
Thou conscious witness of unknown delight,
The Lover's guardian, and the Muse's aid!
By thy pale beams I solitary rove,
To thee my tender grief confide;

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