The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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THE RECANTATION.
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THE RECANTATION.
TO LOVE.
Tell not me of silv'ry sands,
Rocks of coral, caves of gold;
Love my votive song demands,
Love can brighter themes unfold.
Rocks of coral, caves of gold;
Love my votive song demands,
Love can brighter themes unfold.
Rove amidst Golconda's mines,
Lave thy form 'midst pearly seas;
While Love's spell around me twines,
I can scorn such joys as these.
Lave thy form 'midst pearly seas;
While Love's spell around me twines,
I can scorn such joys as these.
Go, where Citron groves entwine,
Where gigantic Aloes bloom;
Love can form his myrtled shrine,
'Midst the rugged desart's gloom.
Where gigantic Aloes bloom;
Love can form his myrtled shrine,
'Midst the rugged desart's gloom.
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Go, where Austral skies invite
Perfum'd gales from roseate bow'rs,
While, amidst the sultry night,
Round thee balmy Ether show'rs.
Perfum'd gales from roseate bow'rs,
While, amidst the sultry night,
Round thee balmy Ether show'rs.
Go, where drops the tepid Vine,
Where the honey'd Hybla glows;
Let their sweetest gifts combine,
Love has sweeter gifts than those.
Where the honey'd Hybla glows;
Let their sweetest gifts combine,
Love has sweeter gifts than those.
Go, where clouds of orient gold
Gently sail o'er amber floods;
Go, where musky flow'rs unfold,
Shedding odours from their buds.
Gently sail o'er amber floods;
Go, where musky flow'rs unfold,
Shedding odours from their buds.
Go, where Morn, with rosy crest,
Shakes her golden tresses bright;
Go, where Evening's glowing vest
Clothes the plain in purple light.
Shakes her golden tresses bright;
Go, where Evening's glowing vest
Clothes the plain in purple light.
Still will sick'ning Fancy die,
Sated with their gaudy hues:
So the trav'ller's aching eye
Day's effulgent lustre views.
Sated with their gaudy hues:
So the trav'ller's aching eye
Day's effulgent lustre views.
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Come then, Love, delicious Boy!
Come, in all thy charms array'd:
Thine alone is real joy,
All the rest a glitt'ring shade.
Come, in all thy charms array'd:
Thine alone is real joy,
All the rest a glitt'ring shade.
I with thee will climb the steep
Where the brawling torrents flow,
Rushing with impetuous sweep
To the quiv'ring lake below.
Where the brawling torrents flow,
Rushing with impetuous sweep
To the quiv'ring lake below.
I with thee will wander far,
Where the rippling river strays,
While the twinkling evening star
Shoots around its feeble rays;
Where the rippling river strays,
While the twinkling evening star
Shoots around its feeble rays;
Till the pallid Queen of Night,
Rising, lifts her silver wreath,
Spreading soft and trembling light
O'er the silent world beneath.
Rising, lifts her silver wreath,
Spreading soft and trembling light
O'er the silent world beneath.
Then, I'll lead thee to my home,
Blest retreat of mental joys,
Far from Folly's splendid dome,
Far from Fashion's trivial toys.
Blest retreat of mental joys,
Far from Folly's splendid dome,
Far from Fashion's trivial toys.
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Then, I'll court thee to repose
On my mossy pillow rude,
Where false friends and envious foes
Dare not break our solitude.
On my mossy pillow rude,
Where false friends and envious foes
Dare not break our solitude.
Come then, Love, delicious Boy!
Come, in all thy charms array'd;
Thine alone is real joy,
All the rest a glitt'ring shade.
Come, in all thy charms array'd;
Thine alone is real joy,
All the rest a glitt'ring shade.
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