The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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TO THE WANDERER.
Welcome! once more, to this sad breast,
Where pain and sorrow dwell;
Where feeling bids the quick pulse tell
How long this heart has sigh'd for rest:
Welcome, O Mem'ry, to this brain,
Which long has throbb'd with fev'rish pain;
For thou in ev'ry thought canst prove
That Time has never flown from Love.
Where pain and sorrow dwell;
Where feeling bids the quick pulse tell
How long this heart has sigh'd for rest:
Welcome, O Mem'ry, to this brain,
Which long has throbb'd with fev'rish pain;
For thou in ev'ry thought canst prove
That Time has never flown from Love.
Reproach me not, with icy scorn,
The fault was ever thine;
For thou awhile wert pleas'd to twine
With Hope's fair flow'rs Affliction's thorn.
Thou by caprice and folly led,
In all my paths its influence shed,
And bad my sighing spirit prove
That weary Time could menace Love!
The fault was ever thine;
For thou awhile wert pleas'd to twine
With Hope's fair flow'rs Affliction's thorn.
Thou by caprice and folly led,
In all my paths its influence shed,
And bad my sighing spirit prove
That weary Time could menace Love!
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Then wonder not, if months and years,
I strove to fly from thee,
If vainly struggling to be free,
I bath'd the bonds of truth with tears!
Ah! wonder not that others tried
To touch the deaden'd sense of Pride;
That others sought awhile to prove
How Time neglected flies from Love.
I strove to fly from thee,
If vainly struggling to be free,
I bath'd the bonds of truth with tears!
Ah! wonder not that others tried
To touch the deaden'd sense of Pride;
That others sought awhile to prove
How Time neglected flies from Love.
Then O! forbear reproachful lays
To mingle with thy fears;
While Hope in lovely garb appears,
With happier hours and calmer days.
Thrice twelve long months have taught my mind
The patient task of peace resign'd;
And must I, ------, must I prove
That Time has fail'd to vanquish Love!
To mingle with thy fears;
While Hope in lovely garb appears,
With happier hours and calmer days.
Thrice twelve long months have taught my mind
The patient task of peace resign'd;
And must I, ------, must I prove
That Time has fail'd to vanquish Love!
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