The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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SONNET VII.
Come, reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind,Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul;
Come, with the magic of thy meek control,
And check the wayward wand'rings of my mind:
Estrang'd from thee, no solace can I find;
O'er my rapt brain, where pensive visions stole,
Now passion reigns and stormy tumults roll:
So the smooth sea obeys the furious wind!
In vain philosophy unfolds her store,
O'erwhelm'd is ev'ry source of pure delight;
Dim is the golden page of wisdom's lore;
All nature fades before my sick'ning sight:
For what bright scene can fancy's eye explore
'Midst dreary labyrinths of mental night?
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