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The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson

including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes

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STANZAS TO THE ROSE.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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STANZAS TO THE ROSE.

Sweet Picture of Life's chequer'd hour!
Ah, wherefore droop thy blushing head?
Tell me, oh tell me, hapless flow'r,
Is it because thy charms are fled?
Come, gentle rose, and learn from me
A lesson of Philosophy.
Thy scented buds Life's joys disclose,
They strew our paths with magic sweets,
Where many a thorn like thine, fair Rose,
Full oft the weary wand'rer meets:
And when he sees thy charms depart,
He feels thy thorn within his heart.
When Morn's bright torch illum'd the sky,
Vainly thy flaunting buds display'd
Enamell'd leaves of crimson die,—
Ill-fated blossoms doom'd to fade:
'Tis so with Beauty, hapless flow'r,
Its lustre blooms but for an hour.

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Come, blushing rose, and on my breas
Recline thy gentle head, and die;
Thy scatter'd leaves shall there be press'd,
Bath'd with a tear from Pity's eye:
There shall thy balmy sweets impart
An essence grateful to my heart.
Thus Sympathy, with lenient pow'r,
Shall bid thy fading charms bestow
Soft odours for life's happy hour,
Kind healing balsam for its woe!
If such thy virtues, rose divine!
Oh! may thy envied fate be mine.