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. Man's Injustice Towards Providence 1/1/2004
20. On The Death Of The Honourable Mr. James Thynne 1/1/2004
21. To Mr. F. Now Earl Of W 1/1/2004
22. Three Songs 1/1/2004
23. To Edward Jenkinson, Esq 1/1/2004
24. Life's Progress 1/1/2004
25. The Equipage 1/1/2004
26. The Decision Of Fortune 4/16/2010
27. Friendship Between Ephelia And Ardelia 1/1/2004
28. The Appology 1/3/2003
29. Reformation 1/1/2004
30. The Critick And The Writer Of Fables 1/1/2004
31. The Introduction 4/16/2010
32. Part Of The Fifth Scene In The Second Act Of Athalia 1/1/2004
33. There's No To-Morrow 4/16/2010
34. The Brass-Pot And Stone-Jugg 4/16/2010
35. Trail All Your Pikes... 4/16/2010
36. The Poor Man's Lamb 1/1/2004
37. The Hymn 1/1/2004
38. The Man Bitten By Fleas 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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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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