The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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PITY'S TEAR.
What falls so sweet on Summer flow'rs
As Nature's blest refreshing show'rs?
What bids the bud its sweets exhale,
Like ev'ning's mild refreshing gale?
Yet sweeter—more delicious far,
And brighter than Hesperean star,
Decking the intellectual sphere,
Is Pity's meek and balmy tear.
As Nature's blest refreshing show'rs?
What bids the bud its sweets exhale,
Like ev'ning's mild refreshing gale?
Yet sweeter—more delicious far,
And brighter than Hesperean star,
Decking the intellectual sphere,
Is Pity's meek and balmy tear.
What bids Despair her sorrows hide?
What checks Affliction's torturing tide?
What heals the wound of mental pain,
And calms the fev'rish throbbing brain?
What soothes the rage of jealous pride,
And makes the madd'ning pang subside?
Lulling to rest distrust and fear,
Soft Pity's kind and holy tear!
What checks Affliction's torturing tide?
What heals the wound of mental pain,
And calms the fev'rish throbbing brain?
What soothes the rage of jealous pride,
And makes the madd'ning pang subside?
Lulling to rest distrust and fear,
Soft Pity's kind and holy tear!
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Yet not that pity form'd to give
A pang, which bids affliction live;
Not pity that can taunting shew
Superior pride, untouch'd by woe!
Not pity that, with haughty smile,
Consoles, and murders all the while!
But pity, which is formed to prove
The bonds of faith, the test of love!
A pang, which bids affliction live;
Not pity that can taunting shew
Superior pride, untouch'd by woe!
Not pity that, with haughty smile,
Consoles, and murders all the while!
But pity, which is formed to prove
The bonds of faith, the test of love!
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