Author: Anne Kingsmill Finch

To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, […]

Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? ‘Twas, […]

VAIN Love, why do’st thou boast of Wings, That cannot help thee to retire! When such quick Flames Suspicion brings, […]

On the Banks of the Severn a desperate Maid (Whom some Shepherd, neglecting his Vows, had betray’d,) Stood resolving to […]

Cou’d we stop the time that’s flying Or recall itt when ’tis past Put far off the day of Dying […]

Through ev’ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason’s lost Throne, and sov’reign Rule […]

A Gentleman, most wretched in his Lot, A wrangling and reproving Wife had got, Who, tho’ she curb’d his Pleasures, […]

By neer resemblance see that Bird betray’d Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade There hopes to pearch […]

See, Phoebus breaking from the willing skies, See, how the soaring Lark, does with him rise, And through the air, […]

FOR He, that made, must new create us, Ere Seneca, or Epictetus, With all their serious Admonitions, Can, for the […]