Anne Kingsmill Finch

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

Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems

1. The Man Bitten By Fleas 1/1/2004
2. The Phoenix 1/1/2004
3. Alcidor 1/1/2004
4. Three Songs 1/1/2004
5. The Appology 1/3/2003
6. An Invitation To Dafnis 1/3/2003
7. From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso 1/1/2004
8. The Tradesman And The Scholar 1/1/2004
9. The Executor 1/1/2004
10. Jealousy 1/1/2004
11. To Mr. F. Now Earl Of W 1/1/2004
12. To The Painter Of An Ill-Drawn Picture Of Cleone 1/1/2004
13. On The Death Of The Honourable Mr. James Thynne 1/1/2004
14. Part Of The Fifth Scene In The Second Act Of Athalia 1/1/2004
15. Reformation 1/1/2004
16. Verses 1/1/2004
17. The Wit And The Beau 1/1/2004
18. The Eagle, The Sow, And The Cat 1/1/2004
19. The Equipage 1/1/2004
20. The Hog, The Sheep, And Goat, Carrying To A Fair 1/1/2004
21. The House Of Socrates 1/1/2004
22. To Edward Jenkinson, Esq 1/1/2004
23. A Poem For The Birth-Day Of The Right Honble The Lady Catharine Tufton 1/1/2004
24. On Myselfe 1/3/2003
25. Man's Injustice Towards Providence 1/1/2004
26. The Cautious Lovers 1/1/2004
27. The Change 1/1/2004
28. The Critick And The Writer Of Fables 1/1/2004
29. Ardelia To Melancholy 1/3/2003
30. Song 1/3/2003
31. The Hymn 1/1/2004
32. The King And The Shepherd 1/1/2004
33. The Lord And The Bramble 1/1/2004
34. For The Better 1/1/2004
35. Fragment At Tunbridge-Wells 1/1/2004
36. The Shepherd And The Calm 1/1/2004
37. The Spleen 1/1/2004
38. A Contemplation 4/16/2010
39. A Letter To Dafnis April: 2d 1685 4/16/2010
40. A Miller, His Son, And Their Ass 4/16/2010

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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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