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A Letter to Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-Harley, when a Child by Matthew Prior

By Matthew Prior

Topics: love-shayari, spiritual-poetry

MY noble, lovely, little Peggy, Let this my First Epistle beg ye, At dawn of morn, and close of even, To lift your heart and hands to Heaven. In double duty say your prayer: Our Father first, then Notre Pere. And, dearest child, along the day, In every thing you do and say, Obey and please my lord and lady, So God shall love and angels aid ye.

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"MY noble, lovely, little Peggy,..."

"A Letter to Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-Harley, when a Child" by Matthew Prior is a love and spiritual english poem consisting of 15 lines. This English poem by Matthew Prior demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "MY noble, lovely, little Peggy, Let this my First Epistle beg ye,...", this piece explores themes of love and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Matthew Prior's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Matthew Prior (1664–1721) was an English poet and diplomat. His poem "Alma: or, The Progress of the Mind" and his epitaph "Nobles and heralds, by your leave" are witty Augustan verse.

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