Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Poems

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Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
The Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (born 26 May 1689 in Thoresby Hall, died 21 August 1762), was an English aristocrat and writer, chiefly remembered today for her letters. She was the eldest daughter of Evelyn Pierrepont, who succeeded his brother as 5th Earl of Kingston-upon-Hull when she was aged one and was later created Marquess of Dorchester and then Duke of Kingston-upon-Hull, and was baptized at Covent Garden. Her mother, who died while Mary was still a child, was a daughter of the 3rd Earl of Denbigh. Her father was proud of her beauty and wit, and when she was eight years old she is said to have been the toast of the Kit-Kat Club. He took small pains with the education of his children, but Lady Mary was encouraged in her self-imposed studies by Gilbert Burnet, the Bishop of Salisbury

scarborough fair
 
 
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
(Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme)
Remember me to ... [read poem]
the north wind doth blow
 
 
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Po... [read poem]
the navajo night way ceremony
 
 
In beauty may I walk
All day long ... [read poem]
angelica the doorkeeper
 
 
The falcon soars
The town's gates are even higher

Angelica's their doorkeeper
S... [read poem]
the sermon on the mount
 
 
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of
heaven.
Blessed are those who... [read poem]
sunrise along shore
 
 
Athwart the harbor lingers yet
The ashen gleam of breaking day,
And where the guardian... [read poem]
i am taliesin. i sing perfect metre
 
 
I am Taliesin. I sing perfect metre,
Which will last to the end of the world.
My patron is... [read poem]
the song of songs
 
 
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as
the curtains of ... [read poem]
edward, edward
 
 
'Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude,
Edward, Edward?
Why does your brand sae d... [read poem]
gnomic stanzas
 
 
Mountain snow, everywhere white;
A raven's custom is to sing;
No good comes of too much sl... [read poem]
english monarchs
 
 
Willie Willie Harry Stee
Harry Dick John Harry three;
One two three Neds, Richard two... [read poem]
grendel
 
 
Then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,
nursed a hard grievance. It harrowed him... [read poem]
song of creation
 
 
Then there was neither Aught nor Nought, no air nor sky beyond.
What covered all? Where rested ... [read poem]
icham of irlaunde
 
 
Icham of Irlaunde
Ant of the holy londe
Of Irlande.

Gode sire, pray ich t... [read poem]
leviathan
 
 
Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a
cord?
Can you... [read poem]
which has more patience -- man or woman?
 
 
As my letter must be brief,
I'll at once state my belief,
And this it is -- that, since th... [read poem]
ice
 
 
The wave, over the wave, a weird thing I saw,
through-wrought, and wonderfully ornate:
a w... [read poem]
the seafarer
 
 
May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
Hardship ... [read poem]
pangur ban
 
 
I and Pangur Ban my cat,
'Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hun... [read poem]
the metre columbian
 
 
This is the metre Columbian. The soft-flowing trochees and dactyls,
Blended with fragments spon... [read poem]
the bookworm
 
 
A moth, I thought, munching a word.
How marvellously weird! a worm
Digesting a man's sayin... [read poem]
constantinople
 
 
Written
January 1718
in the Chiosk at Pera
overlooking Consta... [read poem]
rain along shore
 
 
Wan white mists upon the sea,
East wind harping mournfully
All the sunken reefs along,... [read poem]
the book of job
 
 
Can you hunt the prey for the lion, or satisfy the appetite of the young
lions,
When they ... [read poem]
cuckoo song
 
 
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweth sed, and bloweth med,
And springth ... [read poem]
unititled
 
 
Quietly sitting,
not doing anything,
and the grass still grows.

-
the ballad of little musgrave and lady barnard
 
 
As it fell out on a highe holye daye,
As many bee in the yeare,
When yong men and maid... [read poem]
a request
 
 
When I am dead
I would that ye make my bed
On that low-lying, windy waste by the sea,... [read poem]
night
 
 
A pale enchanted moon is sinking low
Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea,
And... [read poem]
the vision of a giant who migrated from baja to tiburon island
 
 
Slender whirlwinds coming from the sky
touch the land.
Sounds of arrows striking the grou... [read poem]
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