Mary Darby Robinson Poems on Money & Wealth (27 Poems)
Old Barnard — A Monkish Tale (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,Though his age was full fourscore; And he us’d to go Thro’ hail and snow, To a neighb’ring town, With his old coat brown,To beg, at his GRANDSON’S door! OLD BARNARD briskly jogg’d along,When the hail and snow … Continue reading
January, 1795. (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
PAVEMENT slipp’ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty mansions, warm and spacious ; Courtiers clinging and voracious ; Misers scarce the wretched heeding ; Gallant soldiers fighting, bleeding. Wives who laugh at passive spouses … Continue reading
Sonnet — The Peasant (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
WIDE o’er the barren plain the bleak wind flies, Sweeps the high mountain’s top, and with its breath Swells the curl’d river o’er the plain beneath,Where many a clay-built hut in ruin lies. The hardy PEASANT in his little cot, Lights his small … 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 Poor Singing Dame (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o’erspread; A neat little Hovel, its lowly roof raising, Defied the wild winds that howl’d over its shed: The turrets, that frown’d on … 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
The Widow’s Home (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell’s bosom, stands a Cot; O’ershadow’d by broad Alders. At its door A rude seat, with an ozier canopy Invites the weary traveller to rest. ‘Tis a poor … 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
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