The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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TO CESARIO.
“If haply, these wild simple flowers
To thee some lov'd Image convey;
Ah! me, then the neighbouring bowers
Yield none half so lovely as they.”
CESARIO TO LAURA. ORACLE, Jan. 18, 1790.
To thee some lov'd Image convey;
Ah! me, then the neighbouring bowers
Yield none half so lovely as they.”
CESARIO TO LAURA. ORACLE, Jan. 18, 1790.
Cesario, thy lyre's dulcet measure
So sweetly, so tenderly flows,
That could my sad soul taste of pleasure,
Thy music would soften its woes.
So sweetly, so tenderly flows,
That could my sad soul taste of pleasure,
Thy music would soften its woes.
But ah, gentle soother, where anguish
Takes root in the grief-stricken heart;
'Tis the triumph of sorrow to languish,
'Tis rapture to cherish the smart.
Takes root in the grief-stricken heart;
'Tis the triumph of sorrow to languish,
'Tis rapture to cherish the smart.
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The mind where pale Mis'ry sits brooding,
Repels the soft touch of repose;
Shrinks back when blest Reason intruding,
The balm of mild comfort bestows.
Repels the soft touch of repose;
Shrinks back when blest Reason intruding,
The balm of mild comfort bestows.
There is luxury oft in declining
What pity's kind motives impart,
And to bear hapless fate unrepining
Is the proudest delight of the heart.
What pity's kind motives impart,
And to bear hapless fate unrepining
Is the proudest delight of the heart.
Still, still shall thy lyre's gentle measure
In strains of pure melody flow,
While each heart beats with exquisite pleasure,
Save mine—the doom'd victim of woe.
In strains of pure melody flow,
While each heart beats with exquisite pleasure,
Save mine—the doom'd victim of woe.
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