The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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SONNET. TO AMICUS. |
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SONNET. TO AMICUS.
When the poor exile, who, the live-long night,
Mark'd the pale moon-beam trembling on the wave,
Doom'd, cold, forlorn, the howling winds to brave,
From the bleak mountain spies morn's silv'ry light;
Mark'd the pale moon-beam trembling on the wave,
Doom'd, cold, forlorn, the howling winds to brave,
From the bleak mountain spies morn's silv'ry light;
Soon he forgets his toilsome journey past,
With patient smile descends the rugged steep,
And in the valley, shelter'd from the blast,
Looks gaily forward, and forgets to weep!
With patient smile descends the rugged steep,
And in the valley, shelter'd from the blast,
Looks gaily forward, and forgets to weep!
So the sad trav'ller, in this world of care,
Led through the mazy labyrinths of pain;
Sooth'd by false vows, and chill'd by cold disdain,
By turns, the slave of hope and dark despair;
Still finds the balm, his anguish to beguile,
In truth's unerring voice, and friendship's temper'd smile.
Led through the mazy labyrinths of pain;
Sooth'd by false vows, and chill'd by cold disdain,
By turns, the slave of hope and dark despair;
Still finds the balm, his anguish to beguile,
In truth's unerring voice, and friendship's temper'd smile.
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