Mary Darby Robinson Poems on Faces (22 Poems)

The Camp (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

Tents, marquees, and baggage waggons;Suttling-houses, beer in flagons;Drums and trumpets, singing, firing;Girls seducing, beaux admiring;Country lasses gay and smiling,City lads their hearts beguiling;Dusty roads, and horses frisky,Many an Eton Boy in whisky;Tax’d carts full of farmers’ daughters;Brutes condemn’d, and man … Continue reading →

The Hermit of Mont-Blanc (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O’er-topping the grand imag’ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem’d to reign; An HERMIT’S threshold, carpetted with moss, Diversified the Scene. Above the flakes Of silv’ry snow, full many a modest flow’r … Continue reading →

The Lascar (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

I. “Another day, Ah! me, a day “Of dreary Sorrow is begun! “And still I loath the temper’d ray, “And still I hate the sickly Sun! “Far from my Native Indian shore, “I hear our wretched race deplore; “I mark … Continue reading →

The Mistletoe (A Christmas Tale) (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

A farmer’s wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op’ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, And plighted many solemn vows, That she a faithful mate would prove, In meekness, duty, and in love! That she, … Continue reading →

The Negro Girl (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

I. Dark was the dawn, and o’er the deep The boist’rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel’d its circling sweep, And all was drear to view– When on the beach that binds the western shore The love-lorn ZELMA stood, list’ning the … Continue reading →

The Reply to Time (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas’d down my cheek the burning tear; When sorrow chill’d each warm desire That kindles FANCY’S lambent fire; When HOPE, by … Continue reading →

The Trumpeter, an Old English Tale (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

It was in the days of a gay British King (In the old fashion’d custom of merry-making) The Palace of Woodstock with revels did ring, While they sang and carous’d–one and all: For the monarch a plentiful treasury had, And … Continue reading →

To Simplicity (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

[Inscribed to Lady Duncannon.] SWEET blushing Nymph, who loves to dwell In the dark forest’s silent gloom; Who smiles within the Hermit’s cell, And sighs upon the rustic’s tomb; Who, pitying, sees the busy throng, The slaves of fashion’s giddy … Continue reading →

Ainsi Va le Monde (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the Royal Academy at Florence, and Author of the Laurel of Liberty, and the Della Crusca Poems.] O THOU, to whom … Continue reading →

All Alone (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide The tears that dim thy blue-eye’s ray; And wherefore dost thou sigh, and moan, And weep, that thou art left … Continue reading →