<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455552" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Right Honble. The Lady Dowager Torrington,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you command, the Muse obeys,<br>Proud to present her humble Lays.<br>Of writing I'll no more repent,<br>Nor think my Time unwisely spent;<br>If Verse the Happiness procures<br>Of pleasing such a Soul as yours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endless Anxiety, I find,<br>Hath dire Effects upon the Mind:<br>A Life of unsuccessful Care<br>Too often sinks us to Despair.<br>From such a Life as this, I chuse<br>To snatch some Moments for the Muse;<br>To slight Mortality, and soar<br>To Worlds where Anguish is no more;<br>Forget Ierne's wretched State,<br>Tho' doom'd to share her cruel Fate;<br>Destin'd to pass my joyless Days,<br>Where Poverty, relentless, preys;<br>And form'd, unhappily, to grieve<br>For Miseries I can't relieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From giving Wealth my Hands are ty'd;<br>That great Felicity's deny'd.<br>Yet have I sometimes the Delight,<br>To help a Wretch by what I write;<br>To make some happier Bosoms melt;<br>And heal the Woes they never felt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Torrington, whose gen'rous Breast<br>Delights in raising the Diftress'd,<br>Adding new Honour to her Blood,<br>By all the Ways of doing Good,<br>How needless is the Poet's Art;<br>Since He, that made, enlarg'd her Heart?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455552" data-title="To The Right Honble. The Lady Dowager Torrington, de Mary Barber" data-description="When you command, the Muse obeys, Proud to present her humble Lays. Of writing I'll no more repent, Nor think my Time unwisely spent; If Verse the Happiness procures Of pleasing such a Soul as yours. Endless Anxiety, I find, Hath dire Effects upo..."></div> </div> </div>

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