Mary Darby Robinson Poems on Youth (35 Poems)

Sir Raymond of the Castle (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

[The following little Poems are written after the Model of the Old English Ballads, and are inscribed to those who admire the simplicity of that kind of versification.] NEAR GLARIS, on a mountain’s side, Beneath a shad’wy wood,With walls of ivy … 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 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 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 →

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 →

Edmund’s Wedding (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! Now sighing so deeply, now frantickly raving Beneath the pale light of the moon’s sickly ray. Now he starts, all … Continue reading →

Elegy to the Memory of David Garrick, Esq. (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)

DEAR SHADE OF HIM, who grac’d the mimick scene, And charm’d attention with resistless pow’r; Whose wond’rous art, whose fascinating mien, Gave glowing rapture to the short-liv’d hour! Accept the mournful verse, the ling’ring sigh, The tear that faithful Mem’ry … Continue reading →