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

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]
scarborough fair
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
(Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme)
Remember me to ... [read poem]
the navajo night way ceremony
In beauty may I walk
All day long ... [read poem]
the sermon on the mount
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of
Blessed are those who... [read poem]
angelica the doorkeeper
The falcon soars
The town's gates are even higher

Angelica's their doorkeeper
S... [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]
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]
english monarchs
Willie Willie Harry Stee
Harry Dick John Harry three;
One two three Neds, Richard two... [read poem]
gnomic stanzas
Mountain snow, everywhere white;
A raven's custom is to sing;
No good comes of too much sl... [read poem]
edward, edward
'Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude,
Edward, Edward?
Why does your brand sae d... [read poem]
song of creation
Then there was neither Aught nor Nought, no air nor sky beyond.
What covered all? Where rested ... [read poem]
Then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,
nursed a hard grievance. It harrowed him... [read poem]
icham of irlaunde
Icham of Irlaunde
Ant of the holy londe
Of Irlande.

Gode sire, pray ich t... [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]
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]
Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a
Can you... [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 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]
the book of job
Can you hunt the prey for the lion, or satisfy the appetite of the young
When they ... [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]
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]
cuckoo song
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweth sed, and bloweth med,
And springth ... [read poem]
A pale enchanted moon is sinking low
Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea,
And... [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]
Quietly sitting,
not doing anything,
and the grass still grows.

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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