Here you will find the Poem To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Manchester, And Lady Diana Spencer of poet Mary Barber
Madam, I hear, and hear with Sorrow, That we're to lose Your Grace To--morrow; Nor you alone, but Lady Di. Where, thus deserted, shall I fly? Am I condemn'd to live in Pain, Till distant Autumn comes again? Till Time, in Pity to my Grief, Shall bring you back to my Relief? Do not, relentless, let me moan; O take me, Ladies, as your own! Tho' Thousands have your Rigour felt, Let me your lovely Bosoms melt: Since you to win my Heart have deign'd, Quit not the Conquest you have gain'd: Nor Marlbro's glorious Footsteps shun; He always kept the Field he won.
