Posts tagged ‘1773’

Thursday, 18 August 2016

To Mr. and Mrs. De Fleury, Jun’rs, Married November 25th, 1773 by Maria De Fleury


Happy the pair, who’re fitly join’d,
In heart, in temper, and in mind,
Made one in Hymen’s silken bands;
United hearts, united hands,
Both children of eternal grace,
Both journeying to the heav’nly place,
Both taught in the Redeemer’s school,
They make his will, his word their rule.
Helpmeets indeed, they kindly bear
And soften each the other’s care.
Celestial friendship smiles around,
And all their hours with peace are crown’d:
They mount towards the realms of day,
And find a heaven all the way;
So Jesus loves his ransom’d bride,
For whom he groan’d, and bled, and dy’d,
Who life receives from his pierc’d side.
So Zion hangs on Jesus’ name,
And calls him Lord, with tend’rest claim:
Her brother, Saviour, bridegroom, all;
And on his love depends for all.
No harsh commands the Saviour lays,
No forc’d obedience Zion pays;
A loving sceptre Jesus wields,
A free obedience Zion yields:
To do his will is her employ,
Because his will’s her chiefest joy;
She has her will, when his is done,
They will the same, for they are one.
Ye marry’d, would ye happy prove,
Remember all the charm is love.

From: De Fleury, Maria, Divine Poems and Essays, On Various Subjects. In Two Parts, 1804, Thomas H. Burnton: New York, pp. 279-280.

Date: 1773

By: Maria De Fleury (fl. 1773-1791)

Friday, 14 August 2015

Extempore by Robert Fergusson

On being asked which of three Sisters was the most Beautiful.

When Paris gave his voice, in Ida’s grove,
For the resistless Venus, queen of love,
‘Twas no great task to pass a judgment there,
Where she alone was exquisitely fair:
But here, what could his ablest judgment teach?
When wisdom, power, and beauty, reign in each?
The youth, nonplus’d, behov’d to join with me,
And wish the apple had been cut in three.

From: Fergusson, Robert and Gray, James (ed.), The Poems of Robert Fergusson. With a Life of the Author, and Remarks on His Genius and Writings, by James Gray, Esq., 1821, John Fairbairn: Edinburgh, pp. 57-58.

Date: 1773

By: Robert Fergusson (1750-1774)

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

To a Lady on her remarkable Preservation in an Hurricane in North-Carolina by Phillis Wheatley

Though thou did’st hear the tempest from afar,
And felt’st the horrors of the wat’ry war,
To me unknown, yet on this peaceful shore
Methinks I hear the storm tumultuous roar,
And how stern Boreas with impetuous hand
Compell’d the Nereids to usurp the land.
Reluctant rose the daughters of the main,
And slow ascending glided o’er the plain,
Till AEolus in his rapid chariot drove
In gloomy grandeur from the vault above:
Furious he comes. His winged sons obey
Their frantic sire, and madden all the sea.
The billows rave, the wind’s fierce tyrant roars,
And with his thund’ring terrors shakes the shores:
Broken by waves the vessel’s frame is rent,
And strows with planks the wat’ry element.

But thee, Maria, a kind Nereid’s shield
Preserv’d from sinking, and thy form upheld:
And sure some heav’nly oracle design’d
At that dread crisis to instruct thy mind
Things of eternal consequence to weigh,
And to thine heart just feelings to convey
Of things above, and of the future doom,
And what the births of the dread world to come.

From tossing seas I welcome thee to land.
“Resign her, Nereid,” ’twas thy God’s command.
Thy spouse late buried, as thy fears conceiv’d,
Again returns, thy fears are all reliev’d:
Thy daughter blooming with superior grace
Again thou see’st, again thine arms embrace;
O come, and joyful show thy spouse his heir,
And what the blessings of maternal care!

From: Wheatley, Phillis, Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral, 1999, University of Virginia Library: Charlottesville, pp. 42-43.

Date: 1773

By: Phillis Wheatley (1753-1784)

Wednesday, 3 July 2013

The Mouse’s Petition by Anna Lætitia Aikin Barbauld

Found in the TRAP where he had been confin’d all Night.

Parcere subjectis, & debellare superbos – Virgil

Oh! hear a pensive prisoner’s prayer,
For liberty that sighs;
And never let thine heart be shut
Against the wretch’s cries.
For here forlorn and sad I sit,
Within the wiry grate;
And tremble at th’ approaching morn,
Which brings impending fate.

If e’er thy breast with freedom glow’d,
And spurn’d a tyrant’s chain,
Let not thy strong oppressive force
A free-born mouse detain.

Oh! do not stain with guiltless blood
Thy hospitable hearth;
Nor triumph that thy wiles betray’d
A prize so little worth.

The scatter’d gleanings of a feast
My frugal meals supply;
But if thine unrelenting heart
That slender boon deny,

The cheerful light, the vital air,
Are blessings widely given;
Let nature’s commoners enjoy
The common gifts of heaven.

The well-taught philosophic mind
To all compassion gives;
Casts round the world an equal eye,
And feels for all that lives.

If mind, as ancient sages taught,
A never dying flame,
Still shifts through matter’s varying forms,
In every form the same,

Beware, lest in the worm you crush
A brother’s soul you find;
And tremble lest thy luckless hand
Dislodge a kindred mind.

Or, if this transient gleam of day
Be all of life we share,
Let pity plead within thy breast
That little all to spare.

So may thy hospitable board
With health and peace be crown’d;
And every charm of heartfelt ease
Beneath thy roof be found.

So, when destruction lurks unseen,
Which men like mice may share,
May some kind angel clear thy path,
And break the hidden snare.

From: Aikin, Anna Lætitia, Poems (Third Edition), 1773, Joseph Johnson, St Paul’s Churchyard: London, pp, 38-40.

Date: 1773

By: Anna Lætitia Aikin Barbauld (1743-1825)