The Poetical Works of the Late Mrs. Mary Robinson: Including Many Pieces Never Before Published. In Three Volumes, Volume 2R. Phillips, 1806 - 379 pages |
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POETICAL WORKS OF THE LATE MRS Mary 1758-1800 Robinson,Kohler Collection of British Poetry No preview available - 2016 |
POETICAL WORKS OF THE LATE MRS Mary 1758-1800 Robinson,Kohler Collection of British Poetry No preview available - 2016 |
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Anchoret balmy beam behold beneath billows blast blest blushing bosom bow'rs breast breeze brow charms cheek chill'd cold dark deep Despair doom'd DRACO dreary drest ev'ry fade Fate fear fev'rish flow'rs fond forlorn gale gentle gilded glide glitt'ring gloom glow gold grave Grimalkin haste haunt heard heart Heav'n hour Lady LASCAR light little hour lonely lov'd thee Love lustre maid mark'd mind moon morn mountain mournful Nature's night o'er pain pale paly pangs Parrot pass'd pity poison'd poor pow'r pride proud rapture repose rest rill rose round rude SAPPHO scene scorn seem'd shade Shepherd's Dog sigh silent silv'ry smile soft song sorrow soul spectre STANZAS steals sweet tear tempest thorn thou thro throbbing throng tow'r toy'd tree trembling Twas vex'd wand'rer wand'ring watch'd wave weary ween weep wild wind wing wound wretch younker
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Page 323 - BOUNDING billow, cease thy motion, Bear me not so swiftly o'er ; Cease thy roaring, foamy ocean, I will tempt thy rage no more. Ah ! within my bosom beating, Varying passions wildly reign ; Love, with proud Resentment meeting, Throbs by turns, of joy and pain.
Page 324 - Not one sigh shall tell my story; Not one tear my cheek shall stain! Silent grief shall be my glory, Grief that stoops not to complain!
Page 89 - A ship, with painted streamers gay : he saw it on the green wave dance, And plunge amid the silver spray ; While from the forest's haunts, forlorn, Again she heard the bugle horn. The sails were full ; the breezes rose ; The billows curl'd along the shore ; And now the day began to close ; — The bugle horn was heard no more, But, rising from the wat'ry way, An airy voice was heard to say...
Page 91 - Now the little bark she view'd, Moor'd beside the flinty steep ; And now upon the foamy flood, The tranquil breezes seem'd to sleep. The moon arose ; her silver ray Seem'd on the silent deep to play. Now music stole across the main : It was a sweet but mournful tone ! It came a slow and dulcet strain ; It came from where the pale moon shone : And, while it pass'd across the sea, More soft, and soft, it seem'd to be. Now on the deck the lady stands ; The vessel steers across the main ; It steers towards...
Page 221 - O'er burning plains, o'er hills of snow, Or on the bosom of the wave The howling tempest doom'd to brave, — Where'er my lonely course I bend, Thy image shall my steps attend; Each object I am doom'd to see Shall bid remembrance picture Thee. Yes; I shall view thee in each flow'r, That changes with the transient hour: Thy wand'ring Fancy I shall find Borne on the wings of every wind : Thy wild impetuous Passions trace O'er the white waves' tempestuous space: In every changing season prove An emblem...
Page 89 - The Summer sea was dark and still, The sky was streak'd with lines of gold, The mist rose grey above the hill, And low the clouds of amber roll'd : The Lady on the lofty tow'r Watch'd the calm and silent hour. And, while she watch'd, she saw advance A ship, with painted streamers gay...
Page 87 - ... While, rising from the marble floor, A hollow voice was heard to cry, " Lady, all that live must die. " Watch no more the evening star ! Watch no more the glimpse of morn ! Never from the holy war, Lady, will thy love return! See this bloody cross ; and, see, His bloody scarf he sends to thee...
Page 220 - Thro' smiling summers, winters drear. — O, Friendship ! am I doomed to find Thou art a phantom of the mind ? A glitt'ring shade, an empty name, An air-born vision's vap'rish flame ? And yet, the dear deceit so long Has wak'd to joy my matin song, Has bid my tears forget...
Page 110 - And mark'd his murd'rer wash his hand Where the green billows play'd. And since that hour the Fisherman Has toil'd and toil'd in vain; For all the night the moony light Gleams on the specter'd main!
Page 109 - And then above the haunted hut The Curlews screaming hover'd ; And the low door, with furious roar, - . The frothy breakers cover'd. For in the Fisherman's lone shed A...