Mary Darby Robinson

Why art thou chang’d? O Phaon! tell me why?

Or, I would paint the raptures of that day,When, in sweet converse, mingling sigh with sigh,I mark’d the graceful languor of thine eyeAs on a shady bank entranc’d we lay:O! Eyes! whose beamy radiance stole awayAs stars fade trembling from the burning sky!Why art thou chang’d? dear source of all my woes!Though dark my bosom’s…

INSATIATE TYRANT OF THE MIND;

Borne on Illusion’s flutt’ring wing,Fallacious as the wanton wind;Capricious Goddess!­Beauty’s foe;THOU­who no settled home dost know;The busy World, the sylvan Plain,Alike confess thy potent reign.Queen of the motley garb­at thy commandFASHION waves her flow’ry wand;See she kindles Fancy’s flame,Around her dome thy incense flies,The curling fumes ascend the skies,And fill the ‘Trump of Fame.’When Heaven’s…

Can’st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul!

That melting ev’ry thought to fond desire,Bade sweet delerium o’er thy senses roll?Can’st thou, so soon, renounce the blest controlThat calm’d with pity’s tears love’s raging fire,While Hope, slow breathing on the trembling wire,In every note with soft persuasion stole?Oh! Sov’reign of my heart! return! return!For me no spring appears, no summers bloom,No Sun-beams glitter,…

LET OTHERS wreaths of ROSES twine

Enamell’d buds and gaudy flow’rs,The pride of FLORA’S painted bow’rs;Such common charms shall ne’er be woveAround the brows of him I LOVE.Fair are their beauties for a day,But swiftly do they fade away;Each PINK sends forth its choicest sweetAURORA’S warm embrace to meet;And each inconstant breeze, that blows,Steals essence from the musky ROSE.Then lead me,…

CROPS like hedgehogs, high-crown’d hats,

Padded collars, thick cravats,And cheeks as red as roses.Faces painted pinkand brown ;Waistcoats strip’d and gaudy ;Sleeves thrice doubled thick with down,And straps to brace the body.Short great-coats that reach the knees,Boots like French postillion ;Worn the G{-}{-}{-}{-}{-} race to please,But laugh’d at by the million.Square-toed shoes, with silken strings,Pantaloons not fitting ;Finger deck’d with…

SWEET BIRD OF SORROW! ­why complain

That ECHO, am’rous of thy Strain,The ling’ring cadence doth prolong?Ah! tell me, tell me, why,Thy dulcet Notes ascend the sky.Or on the filmy vapours glideAlong the misty moutain’s side?And wherefore dost Thou love to dwell,In the dark wood and moss-grown cell,Beside the willow-margin’d stream­Why dost Thou court wan Cynthia’s beam?Sweet Songstress­if thy wayward fateHath robb’d…

[Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire.]

The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid;His brows with mossy roses crown’d;His golden darts lay scatter’d round;To shade his auburn, curled head,A purple canopy was spread,Which gently with the breezes play’d,And shed around a soften’d shade.Upon his downy smiling cheek,Adorned with many a ‘dimple sleek,’Beam’d glowing health and tender blisses,His coral lip which teem’d with kissesRipe,…

Chill penury repress’d his noble rage,

GRAY.IF GRIEF can deprecate the wrath of Heaven,Or human frailty hope to be forgiven !Ere now thy sainted spirit bends its wayTo the bland regions of celestial day;Ere now, thy soul, immers’d in purest airSmiles at the triumphs of supreme Despair;Or bath’d in seas of endless bliss, disdainsThe vengeful memory of mortal pains;Yet shall the…

WHOE’ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song

To whom the sounds of melody belong,Sounds, that can more than human bliss bestow;Like the wak’d God of day, whose rays pervadeThe spangled veil of night, and fling their firesO’er the cold bosom of the em’rald glade,While bath’d in tears, the virgin orb retires.Thy glowing verse illumes my path of care,And warms each torpid fibre…

O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul

Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling pow’rAwakes to calm delight the ling’ring hour;O hear thy suppliant’s ardent pray’r !Chase from my pensive mind corroding care,Steal thro’ the heated pulses of the brain,Charm sorrow to repose­and lull the throb of pain.O, tell me, what are life’s best joys?Are they not visions that decay,Sweet honey’d poisons, gilded…