The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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THE SUMMER DAY. |
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THE SUMMER DAY.
Ah! who beneath the burning ray
Can bear the long, long summer's day?
Who, 'mid the dust and scorching sun,
Content, his daily race will run?
And yet, when winter's icy breath
Flies o'er the white and frozen heath,
The wand'rer shudders to behold
The dreary scene, and shrinks with cold.
Can bear the long, long summer's day?
Who, 'mid the dust and scorching sun,
Content, his daily race will run?
And yet, when winter's icy breath
Flies o'er the white and frozen heath,
The wand'rer shudders to behold
The dreary scene, and shrinks with cold.
When drifted snow across the plain
Spreads desolation's chill domain,
The Trav'ller, sighing, seems to say,
“Ah! wou'd it were a summer's day!”
Yet when the sun flames far and wide,
He hastens to the wood's dark side,
And, shelter'd by embow'ring trees,
Sighs for the fresh and cooling breeze!
Spreads desolation's chill domain,
The Trav'ller, sighing, seems to say,
“Ah! wou'd it were a summer's day!”
Yet when the sun flames far and wide,
He hastens to the wood's dark side,
And, shelter'd by embow'ring trees,
Sighs for the fresh and cooling breeze!
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When dusty roads impede his way,
And all around the fervid ray
Scorches the dry and yellow heath,
Unvisited by Zephyr's breath:
Or, when the torrent wildly pours,
When the fierce blast impetuous roars,
Man, still on changes fondly bent,
Still murmurs, sad and discontent!
And all around the fervid ray
Scorches the dry and yellow heath,
Unvisited by Zephyr's breath:
Or, when the torrent wildly pours,
When the fierce blast impetuous roars,
Man, still on changes fondly bent,
Still murmurs, sad and discontent!
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