The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson ::

The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson

including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes

Robinson, Mary (1758-1800)

VOL. I.

TRIBUTARY POEMS.

TO MRS. ROBINSON,

IMPROMPTU TO MRS. ROBINSON,

SONNET TO MRS. ROBINSON,

IMPROMPTU. TO MRS. ROBINSON,

BOUQUET FOR MRS. ROBINSON, AN IMPROMPTU,

TO MRS. ROBINSON,

TO MRS. ROBINSON.

TO MRS. ROBINSON, ON HER VISITING BATH IN ILL HEALTH.

TO MRS. ROBINSON,

LINES ADDRESSED TO MRS. ROBINSON.

A STRANGER MINSTREL.

IMPROMPTU ON MRS. ROBINSON

TO MRS. ROBINSON.

LINES ADDRESSED TO MRS. ROBINSON.

TO THE MEMORY OF MRS. ROBINSON.

POEMS, &c.

PETRARCH TO LAURA.

AINSI VA LE MONDE. INSCRIBED TO A FRIEND.

SIGHT.

SOLITUDE.

THE PROGRESS OF MELANCHOLY,

ODE TO THE SNOW-DROP.

ODE TO THE NIGHTINGALE.

SECOND ODE TO THE NIGHTINGALE.

ODE TO THE MEMORY OF MY LAMENTED FATHER,

ODE TO NIGHT.

ODE TO HOPE.

ODE TO HUMANITY.

ODE TO THE HARP OF LOUISA.

TO THE MUSE OF POETRY.

TO THE BLUE BELL.

NEGLECT.

ODE TO MY BELOVED DAUGHTER,

ODE TO WINTER.

HORATIAN ODE.

ODE FOR THE 18th OF JANUARY, 1794.

TO PEACE: FROM THE “SHRINE OF BERTHA,”

ODE IN IMITATION OF POPE.

TO APATHY.

ODE TO THE SUN-BEAM.

BEAUTY's GRAVE.

LINES TO THE MEMORY OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.

ODE INSCRIBED TO THE INFANT SON OF S. T. COLERIDGE, Esq.

TO THE POET COLERIDGE.

LINES TO THE REV. J. WHITEHOUSE.

TO THE DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE.

LINES INSCRIBED TO P. DE LOUTHERBOURG, Esq. R. A.

ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF GARRICK.

MONODY TO THE MEMORY OF CHATTERTON.

ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF WERTER.

II.

III.

IV.

II.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

IX.

III.

XI.

IV.

XII.

XIII.

XIV.

XV.

XVI.

II.

THE SAVAGE OF AVEYRON.

SIR RAYMOND OF THE CASTLE.

DONALD AND MARY.

LLWHEN AND GWYNETH.

ANSELMO, THE HERMIT OF THE ALPS.

BOSWORTH FIELD.

THE DOUBLET OF GREY.

THE FOSTER-CHILD.

THE LADY OF THE BLACK TOWER.

THE POOR SINGING DAME.

THE WIDOW'S HOME.

MISTRESS GURTON'S CAT.

THE DESERTED COTTAGE.

TO AN INFANT SLEEPING.

LINES WRITTEN ON THE SEA-COAST.

LINES TO HIM WHO WILL UNDERSTAND THEM.

PASTORAL STANZAS.

Written on seeing a Rose still blooming at a Cottage Door on Egham Hill, the 25th of October, 1800.

WRITTEN ON A FADED BOUQUET.

TO THE ASPIN TREE.

PITY'S TEAR.

STANZAS FROM THE NATURAL DAUGHTER.

THE SORROWS OF MEMORY.

STANZAS Supposed to be written near a Tree, over the Grave of AN OFFICER,

LINES TO MARIA, MY BELOVED DAUGHTER.

THE PILGRIM's FAREWELL.

STANZAS Written on the 14th of February, TO MY ONCE DEAR VALENTINE.

STANZAS INSCRIBED TO A ONCE DEAR FRIEND, WHEN CONFINED BY SEVERE INDISPOSITION, IN MARCH 1793.

TO THE SAME, ON HIS RECOVERING FROM A LONG INDISPOSITION, IN MAY, 1793.

THE ADIEU TO FANCY. INSCRIBED TO THE SAME.

THE MORALIST.

STANZAS TO MY BELOVED DAUGHTER,

STANZAS WRITTEN AFTER SUCCESSIVE NIGHTS OF MELANCHOLY DREAMS.

THE MANIAC.

MARIE ANTOINETTE'S LAMENTATION,

A FRAGMENT.

INVOCATION TO OBERON,

TO JULIUS.

STANZAS.

STANZAS TO HIM WHO SAID, “WHAT IS LOVE?”

ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY

III.

THE PROGRESS OF LIBERTY.

BOOK THE FIRST.

BOOK THE SECOND.

A MONODY

SAPPHO AND PHAON: IN A SERIES OF LEGITIMATE SONNETS.

II.

III.

IV.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

IX.

XI.

XII.

XIII.

XIV.

XV.

XVI.

XVII.

XVIII.

XIX.

XX.

XXI.

XXII.

XXIII.

XXIV.

XXV.

XXVI.

XXVII.

XXVIII.

XXIX.

XXX.

XXXI.

XXXII.

XXXIII.

XXXIV.

XXXV.

XXXVI.

XXXVII.

XXXVIII.

XXXIX.

XL.

XLI.

XLII.

XLIII.

SONNET XLIII. CONCLUSIVE.

SONNET. TO AMICUS.

SONNET. TO INDEPENDENCE.

SONNET.

SONNET. TO MY BELOVED DAUGHTER.

SONNET.

SONNET. THE PEASANT.

SONNET. TO INGRATITUDE.

SONNET. TO EVENING.

SONNET. THE MARINER.

SONNET. TO PHILANTHROPY.

SONNET.

SONNET. LAURA TO PETRACH.

TITANIA'S ANSWER TO OBERON.

LONDON's SUMMER MORNING.

LINES.

LESBIA AND HER LOVER.

THE SNAKE AND THE LINNET. A FABLE.

STANZAS WRITTEN FOR “THE SHRINE OF BERTHA.”

STANZAS.

STANZAS. FROM “THE SHRINE OF BERTHA.”

THE MISER.

STANZAS PRESENTED WITH A GOLD CHAIN RING TO A ONCE DEAR FRIEND.

MORNING. ANACREONTIC.

MALE FASHIONS FOR 1799.

FEMALE FASHIONS FOR 1799.

ANACREONTIC.

STANZAS TO A FRIEND WHO WISHED TO HAVE MY PORTRAIT.

THE OLD BEGGAR.

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HORATIAN ODE.

Say, when the captive bosom feels
A magic spell around it wove,
While o'er the cheek the soft blush steals;
Say, is it Love?

With pensive mien and devious pace,
To seek the dark embow'ring grove;
The pale moon's quiv'ring beams to trace;
Say, is it Love?

When, chain'd to one dear lonely spot,
The bosom feels no wish to rove,
All other scenes of bliss forgot;
Say, is it Love?

To tremble, while o'er Fancy's eye
A thousand dreadful visions move;
To hope, to fear, to weep, to sigh;
Say, is it Love?

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To seek occasions, false and weak,
The darling object to reprove;
To look, what language fails to speak!
Say, is it Love?

To chide for ev'ry trivial crime;
To bid him from your rage remove;
To guide with Hope the wings of Time;
Say, is it Love?

To know no cheerful morn of rest;
No balmy hour of sleep to prove;
To hold Philosophy a jest!
Say, is it Love?

To cherish grief, nor dare complain;
To envy sainted souls above;
While jealous anguish rends the brain;
Say, is it Love?

Long have I, doom'd, alas! to grieve,
Against the fell enchantment strove;
Then, Fate, ah! let me “cease to live,
or cease to love!”

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HORATIAN ODE.