Mary Leapor Poems
- An Epistle To A Lady In vain, dear Madam, yes in vain you ...
- Crumble-Hall When Friends or Fortune frown on Mira's Lay, Or...
- Man The Monarch Amaz'd we read of Nature's early Throes How ...
- Strephon To Celia Madam I hope you'll think it's ...
- Mira's Will IMPRIMIS -- My departed Shade I trust To Heav'n...
Mary Leapor was christened on 26 Feb 1722 at Marston St Lawrence. Her father, Phillip Leapor, was a Brackley man, who was a gardener employed by Sir John Blencowe until 1726. Her mother was Anne Sharman from Weston by Weedon.
Mary was a poetess, and was also employed in service as a cook maid in Weston working for Susannah Jennens, the married daughter of John Blencowe, whose husband ... more »
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An Epistle To A Lady
In vain, dear Madam, yes in vain you strive;
Alas! to make your luckless Mira thrive,
For Tycho and Copernicus agree,
No golden Planet bent its Rays on me.
'Tis twenty Winters, if it is no more;
To speak the Truth it may be Twenty four.
As many Springs their 'pointed Space have run,
Since Mira's Eyes first open'd on the Sun.
'Twas when the Flocks on slabby Hillocks lie,
And the cold Fishes rule the wat'ry Sky:
But tho these Eyes the learned Page explore,
And turn the pond'rous Volumes o'er and o'er,
I find no Comfort from their Systems flow,
But am ...