Petrarch to Laura (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,"How often must it love, how often hate,"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,"Conceal, ...
Mary Darby Robinson Poems (142 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 ...
Old Barnard — A Monkish Tale (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,Though his age was full fourscore; And he us'd to go Thro' hail and snow, To a ...
Ode to Vanity (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
INSATIATE TYRANT OF THE MIND; Fantastic, a(Mary Darby Robinson)
The Origin of Cupid — A Fable (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
ON IDA'S mount the gods were met,A sportive, jolly, noisy set,Resolving nectar bowls to quaff,To revel, riot, sing and laugh;For ...
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 ...
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 ...
January, 1795. (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
PAVEMENT slipp'ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty mansions, warm and spacious ...
The Snowdrop (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;And flings around its fragrance mild,And where no rival flow'rets bloom,Amid ...
Sonnet — The Snow-Drop (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
THOU meekest emblem of the infant year, Why droops so cold and wan thy fragrant head ? Ah ! why retiring to ...
Sonnet — The Mariner (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
THE SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep;When the keen blast descending from the ...
Sonnet — The Tear (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
AH! LUST'ROUS GEM, bright emblem of the Heart, That nobly scorns a borrow'd ray to share, Whose gentle pow'r can break the ...
Sonnet — The Peasant (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
WIDE o'er the barren plain the bleak wind flies, Sweeps the high mountain's top, and with its breath Swells the curl'd river ...
To Cesario (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
CESARIO, thy Lyre's dulcet measure, So sweetly, so tenderly flows; That could my sad soul taste of pleasure, Thy music ...
To Leonardo (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
"Yes, LAURA, yes, pure as the virgin snow's "That on the bosom of the whirlwind move,, "For thee my faithful ...
To Rinaldo (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
To Simplicity (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
SWEET blushing Nymph, who loves to dwell In the dark forest's silent gloom; Who smiles within ...
To the Muse of Poetry (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless ...
To the Myrtle (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
UNFADING branch of verdant hue, In modest sweetness drest, Shake off thy pearly tears of dew, And decorate my breast. ...
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; ...
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 ...
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, ...
The Negro Girl (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
The Poor Singing Dame (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o'erspread; A neat ...
The Reply to Time (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
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, ...
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 ...
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 ...
Elegy to the Memory of Werter (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
"With female Fairies will thy tomb be haunted "And worms will not come to thee." SHAKSPERE. WHEN from Day's closing ...
Oberon to the Queen of the Fairies (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite "That gilds the vapours of the night, "Shall dance and weave the verdant ring "With ...