Anne Kingsmill Finch

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

Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems

1. The Shepherd And The Calm 1/1/2004
2. Fanscomb Barn 4/16/2010
3. The Wit And The Beau 1/1/2004
4. The Tradesman And The Scholar 1/1/2004
5. The Shepherd Piping To The Fishes 4/16/2010
6. On Myselfe 1/3/2003
7. To Silvia 4/16/2010
8. Love, Death, And Reputation 4/16/2010
9. The Spleen 1/1/2004
10. The King And The Shepherd 1/1/2004
11. To The Painter Of An Ill-Drawn Picture Of Cleone 1/1/2004
12. To A Husband 1/3/2003
13. Moral Song 1/1/2004
14. Verses 1/1/2004
15. Mussulman's Dream 4/16/2010
16. On The Death Of The Queen 4/16/2010
17. The House Of Socrates 1/1/2004
18. Mercury And The Elephant 4/16/2010
19. Jealousy 1/1/2004
20. Man's Injustice Towards Providence 1/1/2004
21. On The Death Of The Honourable Mr. James Thynne 1/1/2004
22. To Mr. F. Now Earl Of W 1/1/2004
23. Three Songs 1/1/2004
24. To Edward Jenkinson, Esq 1/1/2004
25. Life's Progress 1/1/2004
26. The Equipage 1/1/2004
27. The Decision Of Fortune 4/16/2010
28. Friendship Between Ephelia And Ardelia 1/1/2004
29. The Appology 1/3/2003
30. Reformation 1/1/2004
31. The Critick And The Writer Of Fables 1/1/2004
32. The Introduction 4/16/2010
33. Part Of The Fifth Scene In The Second Act Of Athalia 1/1/2004
34. There's No To-Morrow 4/16/2010
35. The Brass-Pot And Stone-Jugg 4/16/2010
36. The Poor Man's Lamb 1/1/2004
37. The Man Bitten By Fleas 1/1/2004
38. The Hymn 1/1/2004
39. The Unequal Fetters 1/3/2003
40. In Praise Of Writing Letters 1/1/2004

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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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The Man Bitten By Fleas

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,

But Animals of slender size,
That feast on humane Gore,
From secret Ambushes arise,
Nor suffer him to snore;

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