The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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TITANIA'S ANSWER TO OBERON. |
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TITANIA'S ANSWER TO OBERON.
In vain, for me, thy gifts display'd,
Meet the red eye of smiling morning;
I still will court the lonely shade,
Alike thy vows and splendours scorning!
Inconstant! ev'ry fairy knows
Thy love is like the gale that blows!
Meet the red eye of smiling morning;
I still will court the lonely shade,
Alike thy vows and splendours scorning!
Inconstant! ev'ry fairy knows
Thy love is like the gale that blows!
Thy oaths are like the summer flow'rs,
No sooner made than quickly faded;
Thy home, like April's transient show'rs,
Now gay—and now by storms invaded!
Thy song is like the vagrant bird,
That sweet in ev'ry clime is heard!
No sooner made than quickly faded;
Thy home, like April's transient show'rs,
Now gay—and now by storms invaded!
Thy song is like the vagrant bird,
That sweet in ev'ry clime is heard!
Thy couch, so fragrant, rich, and gay,
Will fade ere love has learnt to sicken;
And thou wilt wander far away,
While hope declines, by falsehood stricken:
And o'er the moonlight dewy space
A thousand rivals fear shall trace!
Will fade ere love has learnt to sicken;
And thou wilt wander far away,
While hope declines, by falsehood stricken:
And o'er the moonlight dewy space
A thousand rivals fear shall trace!
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False lover! to the shaggy steep
Titania flies, from thee and sorrow!
There, while, beneath, the waters sleep,
From night a sable veil I'll borrow,
And on a thorny pillow rest,
Beside the bird of pity's nest.
Titania flies, from thee and sorrow!
There, while, beneath, the waters sleep,
From night a sable veil I'll borrow,
And on a thorny pillow rest,
Beside the bird of pity's nest.
Yes, the lorn nightingale shall be
My only friend in hopeless anguish;
And to the star of ev'ning we
Will tell, how faithful love can languish!
The owl shall watch us all night long,
Hooting the dreary cliffs among!
My only friend in hopeless anguish;
And to the star of ev'ning we
Will tell, how faithful love can languish!
The owl shall watch us all night long,
Hooting the dreary cliffs among!
Go! vagrant lover! 'mid the throngs
Of fairy rovers seek a dwelling;
While I in silence mourn my wrongs,
My sighs upon the cold breeze swelling:
Go! sport in wanton, idle play,
While moonlight scatters mimic day.
Of fairy rovers seek a dwelling;
While I in silence mourn my wrongs,
My sighs upon the cold breeze swelling:
Go! sport in wanton, idle play,
While moonlight scatters mimic day.
Go, where the sun its splendour throws
Upon the crest of yon tall mountain—
Go, drink oblivion to love's woes,
Where ev'ning gilds the lucid fountain:
Go, where inconstant zephyrs flee—
But think, ah! think, no more of me!
Upon the crest of yon tall mountain—
Go, drink oblivion to love's woes,
Where ev'ning gilds the lucid fountain:
Go, where inconstant zephyrs flee—
But think, ah! think, no more of me!
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