Ode to Health (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
Ye, who in alleys green and leafy bow'rs, Sport, the rude children of fantastic birth; Where frolic nymphs, and shaggy ...
On the low margin of a murm'ring stream, As rapt in meditation's arms I lay; Each aching sense in slumbers ...
Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest, And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour; Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow'r, ...
AH! think no more that Life's delusive joys, Can charm my thoughts from FRIENDSHIP'S dearer claim; Or wound a heart, ...
SLOW the limpid currents twining, Brawl along the lonely dell, 'Till in one wild stream combining, Nought its rapid course ...
THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
WHOE'ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song Steals on the sullen ear of pensive woe; To whom the sounds of melody ...
Yes, I will go, where circling whirlwinds rise, Where threat'ning clouds in sable grandeur lour; Where the blast yells, the ...
Oh! ye bright Stars! that on the Ebon fields Of Heav'n's empire, trembling seems to stand; 'Till rosy morn unlocks ...
LET OTHERS wreaths of ROSES twine With scented leaves of EGLANTINE; Enamell'd buds and gaudy flow'rs, The pride of FLORA'S ...
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; ...
"Fate snatch'd him early to the pitying sky." - POPE. IF WORTH, too early to the grave consign'd, Can claim ...
SORC'RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow'r profane, Where light-heel'd ...
SWEET BALMY HOUR! dear to the pensive mind, ...
Oh! can'st thou bear to see this faded frame, Deform'd and mangled by the rocky deep? Wilt thou remember, and ...
Weak is the sophistry, and vain the art That whispers patience to the mind's despair! That bids reflection bathe the ...
TELL ME, LOVE, when I rove o'er some far distant plain, Shall I cherish the passion that dwells in my ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray, Still a silent waving tide O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide, While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY, ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him. - YOUNG. I ...
While from the dizzy precipice I gaze, The world receding from my pensive eyes, High o'er my head the tyrant ...
O'er the tall cliff that bounds the billowy main Shad'wing the surge that sweeps the lonely strand, While the thin ...
SWEET PICTURE of Life's chequer'd hour! Ah, wherefore droop thy blushing head? Tell me, oh tell me, hap'less flow'r, Is ...
O FLY thee from the shades of night, Where the loud tempests yelling rise; Where horrror wings her sullen flight ...
SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides, Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales, The lofty mast the breezy ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail'd my breast, And Heaven relentless seal'd the harsh decree; HOPE, placid soother of the ...
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