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| 4541. | Sonnet XLIII: While From the Dizzy Precipice by Mary Darby Robinson | | While from the dizzy precipice I gaze,
The world receding from my pensive eyes,
High o'er my head the tyrant eagle flies,
Cloth'd in the sinking su... |
| 4542. | Sonnet XLIV: Here Droops the Muse by Mary Darby Robinson | | Here droops the muse! while from her glowing mind,
Celestial Sympathy, with humid eye,
Bids the light Sylph capricious Fancy fly,
Time's restless w... |
| 4543. | Sonnet XVI: Delusive Hope by Mary Darby Robinson | | Delusive Hope! more transient than the ray
That leads pale twilight to her dusky bed,
O'er woodland glen, or breezy mountain's head,
Ling'ring to c... |
| 4544. | Sonnet XXVIII: Weak Is the Sophistry by Mary Darby Robinson | | Weak is the sophistry, and vain the art
That whispers patience to the mind's despair!
That bids reflection bathe the wounds of care,
While Hope, wi... |
| 4545. | Sonnet XXXIX: Prepare Your Wreaths by Mary Darby Robinson | | Prepare your wreaths, Aonian maids divine,
To strew the tranquil bed where I shall sleep;
In tears, the myrtle and the laurel steep,
And let Erato'... |
| 4546. | The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale by Mary Darby Robinson | | LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell,
Were Lovers many a day;
LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well,
That folks pretend to say
The silly, simple, doting Lad,
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| 4547. | The Poor Singing Dame by Mary Darby Robinson | | Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle,
For many a year, with brown ivy o'erspread;
A neat little Hovel, its lowly roof raising,
Defied... |
| 4548. | The Reply to Time by Mary Darby Robinson | | O TIME, forgive the mournful song
That on thy pinions stole along,
When the rude hand of pain severe
Chas'd down my cheek the burning tear;
Wh... |
| 4549. | The Shepherd's Dog by Mary Darby Robinson | | I.
A Shepherd's Dog there was; and he
Was faithful to his master's will,
For well he lov'd his company,
Along the plain or up the hill;
All Sea... |
| 4550. | The Trumpeter, an Old English Tale by Mary Darby Robinson | | It was in the days of a gay British King
(In the old fashion'd custom of merry-making)
The Palace of Woodstock with revels did ring,
While they san... |
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