The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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STANZAS TO MY BELOVED DAUGHTER,
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STANZAS TO MY BELOVED DAUGHTER,
ON SEEING HER GATHER SOME PENSEES.
Forbear, rash Maid! thy hand restrain;
Nor with yon gentle victim stain
A breast so fair, so true!
Ah! think, the little harmless flow'r
Lives but a transient sunny hour,
Ere doom'd to fade like you.
Nor with yon gentle victim stain
A breast so fair, so true!
Ah! think, the little harmless flow'r
Lives but a transient sunny hour,
Ere doom'd to fade like you.
Though silken cords around it twin'd,
One sad, short day, its stems may bind;
Vain is the harsh decree!
Its magic form no spell can hold;
Still shall it triumph uncontroul'd,
For Thoughts are ever free.
One sad, short day, its stems may bind;
Vain is the harsh decree!
Its magic form no spell can hold;
Still shall it triumph uncontroul'd,
For Thoughts are ever free.
And if those Buds, so sweet, so fair,
Can 'scape the bold intruder's snare,
Their triumph should be thine;
For, like thy pure and tender heart,
They scorn the feeble aid of Art,
And glow with charms divine.
Can 'scape the bold intruder's snare,
Their triumph should be thine;
For, like thy pure and tender heart,
They scorn the feeble aid of Art,
And glow with charms divine.
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Then let soft Sympathy prevail;
No more the gentle leaves assail!
Ah! let them bloom their hour!
Take not what bounteous Nature gave,
But learn to cherish, and to save,
Then triumph in thy Pow'r!
No more the gentle leaves assail!
Ah! let them bloom their hour!
Take not what bounteous Nature gave,
But learn to cherish, and to save,
Then triumph in thy Pow'r!
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