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The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson | ||
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ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY
FOR THE WINTER SEASON, 1799.
Ye leafless woods, ye hedge-rows bare,
Farewel! awhile farewel!
Now busy scenes, my thoughts must share
Scenes of low guile,
Where shrewd Hypocrisy shall smile,
And empty Folly dwell!
Farewel! awhile farewel!
Now busy scenes, my thoughts must share
Scenes of low guile,
Where shrewd Hypocrisy shall smile,
And empty Folly dwell!
Ye rising floods, ye mountains bleak,
Farewel! awhile farewel!
The din of mingling tones I seek;
The midnight gloom
I change, for the light taper'd room
Where sounds unmeaning swell.
Farewel! awhile farewel!
The din of mingling tones I seek;
The midnight gloom
I change, for the light taper'd room
Where sounds unmeaning swell.
Ye meadows wide, that skirt the stream,
Farewel, awhile farewel!
Ye green banks, where the summer beam,
So rich and gay,
Among the fragrant buds would play
Adown the silent dell.
Farewel, awhile farewel!
Ye green banks, where the summer beam,
So rich and gay,
Among the fragrant buds would play
Adown the silent dell.
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Now dark and dreary hours I see,
I hear the deaf'ning noise;
The troublous scene returns to me,
Who sick'ning sigh
For the soft breeze, and summer sky,
With all their glowing joys!
I hear the deaf'ning noise;
The troublous scene returns to me,
Who sick'ning sigh
For the soft breeze, and summer sky,
With all their glowing joys!
Yet, yet, where'er my course I bend,
May ev'ry hour be blest
With the sweet converse of a friend!
The smile that shows
A calm contempt for human woes:
Then, Splendour take the rest!
May ev'ry hour be blest
With the sweet converse of a friend!
The smile that shows
A calm contempt for human woes:
Then, Splendour take the rest!
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