Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors, Melancholy smooth Meander Thus when Philomela drooping ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT.' I KNOW the thing that's most uncommon; I know a reasonable woman, Not warp'd by passion, aw'd by rumour, Not grave through pride, nor gay through folly, An equal mixture of good humour, And sensible soft melancholy. 1 Mrs. Howard, afterwards Countess of Suffolk. "Has she no faults then (Envy says), sir?" When all the world conspires to praise her, ON HIS GROTTO AT TWICKENHAM, COMPOSED OF MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, AND MINERALS. THOU who shalt stop where Thames' translucent wave Shines a broad mirror through the shadowy cave; Approach. Great nature studiously behold! Let such, such only, tread this sacred floor, VERSES TO MR. C. ST. JAMES'S PLACE. London, Oct. 22. FEW words are best; I wish you well; If, in this interval, between The falling leaf and coming frost, For three whole days you here may rest TO MR. GAY, WHO HAD CONGRATULATED POPE ON FINISHING HIS HOUSE AND GARDENS. "AI, friend! 'tis true-this truth you know lovers In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here, to happier seats it flies, To sigh unheard in, to the passing winds? TO LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. In beauty, or wit, No mortal as yet To question your empire has dar'd; But men of discerning Have thought that in learning, To yield to a lady was hard. Impertinent schools, With musty dull rules, Have reading to females denied : So papists refuse The Bible to use, Lest flocks should be wise as their guide. 'Twas a woman at first, (Indeed she was curst) In knowledge that tasted delight, The laws should decree To the first possessor the right. Then bravely, fair dame, Resume the old claim, Which to your whole sex does belong; From a second bright Eve, The knowledge of right and of wrong. But if the first Eve Hard doom did receive, When only one apple had she, What a punishment new Shall be found out for you, Who tasting have robb'd the whole tree? EXTEMPORANEOUS LINES ON A PORTRAIT OF LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU, PAINTED BY KNELLER. THE playful smiles around the dimpled mouth, That happy air of majesty and truth, So would I draw: but oh! 'tis vain to try; My narrow genius does the power deny. |