The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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SONNET XXIX.
Farewell, ye tow'ring cedars, in whose shade,Lull'd by the nightingale, I sunk to rest,
While spicy breezes hover'd o'er my breast
To fan my cheek, in deep'ning tints array'd;
While am'rous insects, humming round me, play'd,
Each flow'r forsook, of prouder sweets in quest;
Of glowing lips, in humid fragrance drest,
That mock'd the sunny Hybla's vaunted aid!
Farewell, ye limpid rivers! oh! farewell!
No more shall Sappho to your grots repair;
No more your white waves to her bosom swell,
Or your dank weeds entwine her floating hair;
As erst, when Venus in her sparry cell
Wept, to behold a brighter goddess there!
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