Anne Kingsmill Finch
Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems
|81.||The Tradesman And The Scholar||1/1/2004|
|83.||The Unequal Fetters||1/3/2003|
|84.||The Wit And The Beau||1/1/2004|
|85.||The Young Rat And His Dam, The Cock And The Cat||1/1/2004|
|86.||There's No To-Morrow||4/16/2010|
|88.||To A Husband||1/3/2003|
|90.||To Edward Jenkinson, Esq||1/1/2004|
|91.||To Mr. F. Now Earl Of W||1/1/2004|
|93.||To The Nightingale||1/1/2004|
|94.||To The Painter Of An Ill-Drawn Picture Of Cleone||1/1/2004|
|95.||Trail All Your Pikes...||4/16/2010|
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, ...
The Bird And The Arras
By neer resemblance see that Bird betray'd
Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade
There hopes to pearch and with a chearfull Tune
O're-passe the scortchings of the sultry Noon.
But soon repuls'd by the obdurate scean
How swift she turns but turns alas in vain
That piece a Grove, this shews an ambient sky
Where immitated Fowl their pinnions ply
Seeming to mount in flight and aiming still more high.