The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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SONNET. THE MARINER. |
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SONNET. THE MARINER.
The sea-beat mariner, whose watchful eye
Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep;
When the keen blast descending from the sky,
Snatch'd his warm tear-drop from the rav'nous deep.
Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep;
When the keen blast descending from the sky,
Snatch'd his warm tear-drop from the rav'nous deep.
Drench'd by the chilling rain, his dreary hour
Creeps slowly onward to the dawn of day;
Till burning Phœbus, darting thro' the show'r,
Warms with his golden beam the frothy spray:
Creeps slowly onward to the dawn of day;
Till burning Phœbus, darting thro' the show'r,
Warms with his golden beam the frothy spray:
With lightning's swiftness he ascends the mast,
And cries, “another tedious night is o'er;”
He spreads the swelling sail, he sees at last
His darling mistress, and his native shore;
The restless wand'rer then forgets past pain,
Steals a fond kiss, and braves his fate again.
And cries, “another tedious night is o'er;”
He spreads the swelling sail, he sees at last
His darling mistress, and his native shore;
The restless wand'rer then forgets past pain,
Steals a fond kiss, and braves his fate again.
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