Mary Barber Poems
- An Unanswerable Apology For Th... All--bounteous Heav'n, ...
- Jupiter And Fortune. Once Jupiter, from out the ...
- A Letter Written For My Son To...
- Conclusion Of A Letter To The ...
- A True Tale A mother, who vast Pleasure finds In modelling ...
- An Hymn To Sleep. Written when the Author was sick. Somnus, ...
- Apollo's Edict. Ierne's now our royal Care: We lately fix'd ...
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about Mary Barber
An Unanswerable Apology For The Rich.
All--bounteous Heav'n, Castalio cries,
With bended Knees, and lifted Eyes,
When shall I have the Pow'r to bless,
And raise up Merit in Distress?
How do our Hearts deceive us here!
He gets ten thousand Pounds a Year.
With this the pious Youth is able
To build, and plant, and keep a Table.
But then the Poor he must not treat:
Who asks the Wretch, that wants to eat?
Alas! to ease their Woes he wishes;
But cannot live without Ten Dishes:
Tho' Six would serve as well, 'tis true;
But one must live, as others do.
He now feels Wants unknown ...