Mary Barber Poems
- An Unanswerable Apology For Th... All--bounteous Heav'n, ...
- Stella And Flavia. Stella and Flavia, ev'ry Hour, Unnumber'd...
- Occasion'D By Seeing Some Vers...
- To His Grace The Duke Of Chand... Were Princes grac'd with ...
- A Letter Written For My Son To...
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- The Oak And Its Branches. An Oak, with spreading Branches ...
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An Unanswerable Apology For The Rich.
All--bounteous Heav'n, Castalio cries,
With bended Knees, and lifted Eyes,
When shall I have the Pow'r to bless,
And raise up Merit in Distress?
How do our Hearts deceive us here!
He gets ten thousand Pounds a Year.
With this the pious Youth is able
To build, and plant, and keep a Table.
But then the Poor he must not treat:
Who asks the Wretch, that wants to eat?
Alas! to ease their Woes he wishes;
But cannot live without Ten Dishes:
Tho' Six would serve as well, 'tis true;
But one must live, as others do.
He now feels Wants unknown ...