The Poetical Works Of The Right Honourable Lady M-Y W-Y M--E
Mary Wortley Montagu
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LETTERS
LETTERS
Lady M——y W——y M——e; Persons of Distinction, Men of Letters, &c. in different PARTS of EUROPE. Which contain, among other curious Relations, ACCOUNTS of the POLICY and MANNERS of the TURKS. Drawn from Sources that have been inaccessible to other Travellers....
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PREFACE,
PREFACE,
I WAS going, like common editors, to advertise the reader of the beauties and excellencies of the work laid before him: To tell him, that the illustrious author had opportunities that other travellers, whatever their quality or curiosity may have been, cannot obtain; and a genius capable of making the best improvement of every opportunity. But if the reader, after perusing one letter only has not discernment to distinguish that natural elegance, that delicacy of sentiment and observation, that e
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LET. IX.
LET. IX.
Vienna, Sept . 14. O. S. THOUGH I have so lately troubled you, my dear sister, with a long letter, yet I will keep my promise in giving you an account of my first going to court. In order to that ceremony, I was squeezed up in a gown, and adorned with a gorget and the other implements thereunto belonging; a dress very inconvenient, but which certainly shows the neck and shape to great advantage. I cannot forbear giving you some description of the fashions here, which are more monstrous, and cont
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LET. XXIII.
LET. XXIII.
Peterwaradin, Jan . 30. O. S. 1717. AT length, dear sister I am safely arrived, with all my family, in good health, at Peterwaradin; having suffered so little from the rigour of the season, (against which we were well provided by furs) and found such tolerable accommodation every where, by the care of sending before, that I can hardly forbear laughing, when I recollect all the frightful ideas that were given me of this journey. These, I see, were wholly owing to the tenderness of my Vienna frien
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LET. XXIV.
LET. XXIV.
Belgrade, Feb . 12. O. S. 1717. I DID verily intend to write you a long letter from Peterwaradin, where I expected to stay three or four days; but the bassa here was in such haste to see us, that he dispatched the courier back (which Mr W—— had sent to know the time he would send the convoy to meet us) without suffering him to pull off his boots. My letters were not thought important enough to stop our journey; and we left Peterwaradin the next day, being waited on by the chief officers of the g
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STANZA I.
STANZA I.
Ver. 1. THE nightingale now wanders in the vines:     Her passion is to seek roses. 2. I went down to admire the beauty of the vines:     The sweetness of your charms has ravished my soul. 3. Your eyes are black and lovely,     But wild and disdainful as those of a stag. 1. The wished possession is delayed from day to day; The cruel Sultan ACHMET will not permit me To see those cheeks, more vermilion than roses. 2. I dare not snatch one of your kisses;     The sweetness of your charms has ravish
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CONCERNING
CONCERNING
Monsieur de la ROCHEFOUCAULT'S Maxim— "That marriage is sometimes "convenient but never delightful." IT may be thought a presumptuous attempt in me to controvert a maxim advanced by such a celebrated genius as Monsieur Rochefoucault, and received with such implicit faith by a nation which boasts of superior politeness to the rest of the world, and which, for a long time past, has prescribed the rules of gallantry to all Europe. NEVERTHELESS, prompted by that ardour which truth inspires, I dare t
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VERSES
VERSES
Written in the Chiask, at Pera, overlooking Constantinople, December 26th, 1718. By Lady MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE. GIVE me, great God! Said I, a little farm, In summer shady, and in winter warm; Where a clear spring gives birth to murm'ring brooks, By nature gliding down the mossy rocks. Not artfully by leading pipes convey'd, Or greatly falling in a forc'd cascade , Pure and unsully'd winding thro' the shade. All-bounteous Heaven has added to my prayer A softer climate, and a purer air. OUR frozen
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VERSES
VERSES
TO THE Lady MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE, By Mr POPE. IN beauty or wit, No mortal as yet To question your empire has dar'd; But men of discerning Have thought that in learning, To yield to a lady was hard. Impertinent schools, With musty dull rules Have reading to females deny'd; So papists refuse The BIBLE to use, Lest flocks should be wise as their guide. 'Twas a woman at first (Indeed she was curst) In knowledge that tasted delight ; And sages agree, The laws should decree To the first possessor the
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