Mary Darby Robinson Poems on Fairness (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 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 →

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 →

Deborah’s Parrot, a Village Tale (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

‘Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or DEBBY: She Was doom’d a Spinster pure to be, For soft delights her breast ne’er felt: Yet, she had watchful … Continue reading →

Female Fashions for 1799 (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As rich as fleece of JASON. A pair of shoulders strong and wide, Like country clown enlisting ; Bare arms long … Continue reading →

Golfre, Gothic Swiss Tale (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl’ing Snow O’er LEMAN’S Lake rose, tow’ring; The BARON GOLFRE’S Castle strong Was seen, the silv’ry peaks among, With ramparts, darkly low’ring!– Tall Battlements of flint, uprose, Long shadowing down the valley, A grove of … Continue reading →

Lewin and Gynneth (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

“WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?” The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro’ the murky shade of night With frantic step she hied. “When shall those eyes my GYNNETH’S face, My GYNNETH’S form survey ? When shall those longing eyes … Continue reading →

Lines on Hearing it Declared that No Women Were So Handsome as the English (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways the mind. Search the wide world, go where you will, VARIETY pursues you still; Capricious Nature knows no bound, Her … Continue reading →

Mistress Gurton’s Cat (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat With velvet paws, and whisker’d face; The Doves of VENUS not so fair, Nor JUNO’S Peacocks half so grand As … Continue reading →

Oberon to the Queen of the Fairies (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

My OBERON, with ev’ry sprite “That gilds the vapours of the night, “Shall dance and weave the verdant ring “With joy that mortals thus can sing; “And when thou sigh’st MARIA’S name, “And mourn’st to feel a hopeless flame, “Eager … Continue reading →