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. Continuation 1/3/2003
36. A Character 1/3/2003
37. Epistle From Arthur Grey, The Footman, To Mrs. Murray, After His Condemnation For Attempting To Comm 1/1/2004
38. Answer 1/3/2003
39. Answered, For Lord William Hamilton 1/3/2003
40. The Lady's Resolve 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

An Answer To A Love-Letter, In Verse

Is it to me this sad lamenting strain?
Are Heaven's choicest gifts bestow'd in vain?
A plenteous fortune and a beauteous bride,
Your love rewarded, and content your pride;
Yet, leaving her, 'tis me that you pursue,
Without one single charm -- but being new.
How vile is man! How I detest the ways
Of covert falsehood and designing praise!
As tasteless, easier happiness you slight,
Ruin your joy, and mischief your delight.
Why should poor pug (the mimic of your kind)
Wear a rough chain, and be to box confin'd?
Some cup, perhaps, he breaks, or tears ...

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Song -- Rondeau

Finish these langours! Oh! I'm sick
Of dying airs, I know the trick;
Long since I've learn'd to well explain
Th'unmeaning cant of fire and pain,
And see through all the senseless lies
Of burning darts from killing eyes;
I'm tir'd with this continual rout
Of bowing low and leading out.
Finish, &c.

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