London’s Summer Morning (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Who has not waked to list the busy soundsOf summer's morning, in the sultry smokeOf noisy London? On the pavement ...
Who has not waked to list the busy soundsOf summer's morning, in the sultry smokeOf noisy London? On the pavement ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
SORC'RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow'r profane, Where light-heel'd ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
SWEET BIRD OF SORROW! why complain In such soft melody of Song, That ECHO, am'rous of thy Strain, The ling'ring ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
On the low margin of a murm'ring stream, As rapt in meditation's arms I lay; Each aching sense in slumbers ...
While from the dizzy precipice I gaze, The world receding from my pensive eyes, High o'er my head the tyrant ...
O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o'er the dale Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night! On the ...
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