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; ...
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. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale, Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear; In awful sounds ...
Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its ...
"What is this world?thy school, O misery! "Our only lesson is to learn to suffer." - YOUNG. LOVE, thou sportive ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways ...
THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, ...
"Fate snatch'd him early to the pitying sky." - POPE. IF WORTH, too early to the grave consign'd, Can claim ...
WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o'er the ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
THOU! whose sublime poetic art Can pierce the pulses of the heart, Can force the treasur'd tear to flow In ...
Ye, who in alleys green and leafy bow'rs, Sport, the rude children of fantastic birth; Where frolic nymphs, and shaggy ...
Is it to love, to fix the tender gaze, To hide the timid blush, and steal away; To shun the ...
While from the dizzy precipice I gaze, The world receding from my pensive eyes, High o'er my head the tyrant ...
Oh! I could toil for thee o'er burning plains; Could smile at poverty's disastrous blow; With thee, could wander 'midst ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
AH! think no more that Life's delusive joys, Can charm my thoughts from FRIENDSHIP'S dearer claim; Or wound a heart, ...
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