The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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IMPROMPTU TO MRS. ROBINSON,
BY HIS GRACE THE LATE DUKE OF LEEDS.
When sensibility and truth unite
To give thy thought with sweet poetic art,
'Tis genuine nature dictates what you write,
And ev'ry line's a transcript of your heart!
To give thy thought with sweet poetic art,
'Tis genuine nature dictates what you write,
And ev'ry line's a transcript of your heart!
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'Tis grace, and feeling, polish'd by the muse,
To claim applause, and charm the wond'ring throng!
Then who the sacred laurel shall refuse
To her whom nature hails the queen of song.
To claim applause, and charm the wond'ring throng!
Then who the sacred laurel shall refuse
To her whom nature hails the queen of song.
The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson | ||