The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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[Ye mould'ring walls, where Titian colours glow'd]
Ye mould'ring walls, where Titian colours glow'd,
And the soft minstrel's echo charm'd the ear;
Alas! how chang'd your dreary haunts appear,
The solitary screech-owl's dark abode.
And the soft minstrel's echo charm'd the ear;
Alas! how chang'd your dreary haunts appear,
The solitary screech-owl's dark abode.
Where in yon gothic wall fair forms divine,
Tripp'd with light heel, or swam with graceful ease;
Now clasping ivy round the columns twine,
And loathsome weeds infect the midnight breeze.
Tripp'd with light heel, or swam with graceful ease;
Now clasping ivy round the columns twine,
And loathsome weeds infect the midnight breeze.
Those turrets wasting in the northern blast,
No more with burnish'd radiance proudly glow,
But in small fragments on the pavement cast,
Heap the wild ruin on the plain below;
Mingling with dust thy mighty roofs are laid:
So man, the grandest work of Heav'n, shall fade.
No more with burnish'd radiance proudly glow,
But in small fragments on the pavement cast,
Heap the wild ruin on the plain below;
Mingling with dust thy mighty roofs are laid:
So man, the grandest work of Heav'n, shall fade.
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