To the Right Honourable the Lady Kilmorey, with a Letter, which was written by the late Lady Roydon, of the Kingdom of Ireland, just before her Death.

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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 p. 169. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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To the Right Honourable the Lady Kilmorey "Mary Offley, wife of Thomas Needham, seventh Viscount Kilmorey. He died in 1710, she in 1765 aged 80." (Tucker [1992], 220) , with a Letter , which was written by the late Lady Roydon , of the Kingdom of Ireland , just before her Death . Start not , nor tremble at the Sight of this ; It comes not written from the Realms of Bliss : 'Tis true , you see , your once-lov'd Roydon's Hand ; Thence may conclude from Heav'n some high Command ; Conscious perhaps of your celestial Frame , You think you're call'd to Worlds from whence you came . Not so — but ere her Soul began its Flight , She thought of you , and staid a-while to write ; Kindly for me her dying Suit address'd : Then view it , Madam , as her last Request .