Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Poems

1. The Fourth Ode Of The First Book Of Horace Imitated 1/3/2003
2. Between Your Sheets 8/3/2015
3. The Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace Imitated 1/3/2003
4. To Mr. ------ 1/3/2003
5. Irregular Verses To Truth 1/3/2003
6. To The Same 1/3/2003
7. Thursday, The Bassette-Table 1/3/2003
8. On Seeing A Portrait Of Sir Robert Walpole 1/3/2003
9. The Politicians 1/3/2003
10. Monday, Roxana, Or The Drawing-Room 1/3/2003
11. Written At Lovere, 1755 1/3/2003
12. Julia To Ovid 1/3/2003
13. Impromptu, To A Young Lady Singing 1/3/2003
14. The Bride In The Country 1/3/2003
15. Melinda's Complaint 1/3/2003
16. Town Eclogues: Monday; Roxana Or The Drawing-Room 1/1/2004
17. On The Death Of Mrs. Bowes 1/3/2003
18. The Fifth Ode Of The First Book Of Horace Imitated 1/3/2003
19. Song -- Rondeau 1/3/2003
20. Town Eclogues: Tuesday; St. James's Coffee-House 1/1/2004
21. Town Eclogues: Wednesday 1/1/2004
22. Fragment To ****** 1/3/2003
23. Town Eclogues: Thursday; The Bassette-Table 1/1/2004
24. John Duke Of Marlborough 1/3/2003
25. Lady Hertford To Lord William Hamilton 1/3/2003
26. The Court Of Dulness 1/3/2003
27. Friday, The Toilette 1/3/2003
28. Epithalamium 1/3/2003
29. To A Friend On His Travels 1/3/2003
30. Farewell To Bath 1/3/2003
31. Wednesday, The Tête À Tête 1/3/2003
32. Town Eclogues: Saturday; The Small-Pox 1/1/2004
33. Addressed To ------, 1736 1/3/2003
34. Lines Written In A Blank Page Of Milton's Paradise Lost 1/3/2003
35. A Character 1/3/2003
36. Epistle From Arthur Grey, The Footman, To Mrs. Murray, After His Condemnation For Attempting To Comm 1/1/2004
37. Answer 1/3/2003
38. Answered, For Lord William Hamilton 1/3/2003
39. The Lady's Resolve 1/3/2003
40. Epistle To Lord Hervey On The King's Birthday From The Country 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

A Hymn To The Moon

Written in July, in an arbour

Thou silver deity of secret night,
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
Thou conscious witness of unknown delight,
The Lover's guardian, and the Muse's aid!
By thy pale beams I solitary rove,
To thee my tender grief confide;
Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove,
My friend, my goddess, and my guide.
E'en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height,
The charms of young Endymion drew;
Veil'd with the mantle of concealing night;
With all thy greatness and thy coldness too.

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Town Eclogues: Wednesday

" NO, fair DANCINDA, no ; you strive in vain
" To calm my care and mitigate my pain ;
" If all my sighs, my cares, can fail to move,
" Ah ! sooth me not with fruitless vows of love."

Thus STREPHON spoke. DANCINDA thus reply'd :
`What must I do to gratify your pride ?

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