Ode to Envy (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
Why, when I gaze on Phaon's beauteous eyes, Why does each thought in wild disorder stray? Why does each fainting ...
Farewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands, Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep; Farewell, ye Nereides of the ...
Can'st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul! Thy Sappho's voice, her form, her dulcet Lyre! That melting ev'ry thought ...
NATURE, to prove her heav'n-taught pow'r, That gems the earth, and paints the flow'r; That bids the soft enchanting note ...
Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head Though lofty Barks ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways ...
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 ...
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