The Camp (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Tents, marquees, and baggage waggons;Suttling-houses, beer in flagons;Drums and trumpets, singing, firing;Girls seducing, beaux admiring;Country lasses gay and smiling,City lads ...
Tents, marquees, and baggage waggons;Suttling-houses, beer in flagons;Drums and trumpets, singing, firing;Girls seducing, beaux admiring;Country lasses gay and smiling,City lads ...
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 ...
A farmer's wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op'ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, ...
I. A Shepherd's Dog there was; and he Was faithful to his master's will, For well he lov'd his company, ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
Chill penury repress'd his noble rage, And froze the genial current of his soul. GRAY. IF GRIEF can deprecate the ...
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron's ...
HAIL! GODDESS of persuasive art! The magic of whose tuneful tongue Lulls to soft harmony the wand'ring heart With fascinating ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
THOU! whose sublime poetic art Can pierce the pulses of the heart, Can force the treasur'd tear to flow In ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
High on a rock, coaeval with the skies, A Temple stands, rear'd by immortal pow'rs To Chastity divine! ambrosial flow'rs ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
Why, through each aching vein, with lazy pace Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart, While, from its source, ...
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; ...
Why do I live to loath the cheerful day, To shun the smiles of Fame, and mark the hours On ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
Blest as the Gods! Sicilian Maid is he, The youth whose soul thy yielding graces charm; Who bound, O! thraldom ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing, The song, which Myttellenian youths admir'd, when Echo, am'rous of the strain ...
"What is this world?thy school, O misery! "Our only lesson is to learn to suffer." - YOUNG. LOVE, thou sportive ...
Oh Sigh! thou steal'st, the herald of the breast, The lover's fears, the lover's pangs to tell; Thou bid'st with ...
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