Mary Darby Robinson Poems on Night (42 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 →

Sonnet — The Mariner (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

THE SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye Full many a boist’rous night hath wak’d to weep;When the keen blast descending from the sky, Snatch’d his warm tear-drop from the rav’nous deep. Drench’d by the chilling rain, his dreary hour Creeps slowly onward to the … 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 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 Shepherd’s Dog (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

I. A Shepherd’s Dog there was; and he Was faithful to his master’s will, For well he lov’d his company, Along the plain or up the hill; All Seasons were, to him, the same Beneath the Sun’s meridian flame; Or, … 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 →

To the Muse of Poetry (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless fangs at THEE! Ne’er shalt THOU bend thy radiant wing, To sweep the dark revengeful string; Or meanly stoop, to … Continue reading →

Absence (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

WHEN from the craggy mountain’s pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o’er the raging sea, My wand’ring eye beholds the foamy deep, I mark the restless surgeand think of THEE. The curling waves, the passing breezes move, Changing and treach’rous … 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 →