Mary Darby Robinson

(1758 - 1800 / England)

Mary Darby Robinson Poems

1. Sonnet Viii: Why, Through Each Aching Vein 1/3/2003
2. Ode To Della Crusca 1/3/2003
3. Elegy To The Memory Of David Garrick, Esq. 1/3/2003
4. Elegy To The Memory Of Werter 1/3/2003
5. Sonnet Xvii: Love Steals Unheeded 1/3/2003
6. Pastoral Stanzas 1/3/2003
7. Oberon To The Queen Of The Fairies 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet Xxiii: To Aetna's Scorching Sands 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet Xxvi: Where Antique Woods 1/3/2003
10. Sonnet Xviii: Why Art Thou Chang'D? 1/3/2003
11. Lines Written By The Side Of A River 1/3/2003
12. Male Fashions For 1799. 1/1/2004
13. The Origin Of Cupid -- A Fable 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Xxxv: What Means The Mist 1/3/2003
15. Elegy To The Memory Of Richard Boyle, Esq. 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Xxiv: O Thou! Meek Orb 1/3/2003
17. Sonnet To Amicus 1/3/2003
18. Sonnet Xliii: While From The Dizzy Precipice 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet Xxxiii: I Wake 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Xiv: Come, Soft Aeolian Harp 1/3/2003
21. Canzonet 1/3/2003
22. Sonnet X: Dang'Rous To Hear 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet. Inscribed To Her Grace The Duchess Of Devonshire 1/3/2003
24. The Trumpeter, An Old English Tale 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Xi: O! Reason! 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xxi: Why Do I Live 1/3/2003
27. Ode To Valour 1/3/2003
28. Sonnet Xli: Yes, I Will Go 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xlii: Oh! Canst Thou Bear 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet Xliv: Here Droops The Muse 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet V: O! How Can Love 1/3/2003
32. Sonnet -- The Peasant 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet Xxxvi: Lead Me, Sicilian Maids 1/3/2003
34. Sir Raymond Of The Castle 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet Xxxii: Blest As The Gods 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet Xxxix: Prepare Your Wreaths 1/3/2003
37. Sonnet Xxxiv: Venus! To Thee 1/3/2003
38. Elegy On The Death Of Lady Middleton 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet -- The Tear 1/3/2003
40. Sonnet Xx: Oh! I Could Toil For Thee 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Mary Darby Robinson


WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep,
Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea,
My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep,
I mark the restless surge­and think of THEE.
The curling waves, the passing breezes move,
Changing and treach'rous as the breath of LOVE;
The "sad similitude" awakes my smart,
And thy dear image twines about my heart.

When at the sober hour of sinking day,
Exhausted Nature steals to soft repose,
When the hush'd linnet slumbers on the spray,
And scarce a ZEPHYR fans the drooping ROSE;
I glance o'er scenes of bliss to...

Read the full of Absence

Ode To Della Crusca

ENLIGHTEN'D Patron of the sacred Lyre?
Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song
Revibrates on the heart
With magic thrilling touch,
Till ev'ry nerve with quiv'ring throb divine,
In madd'ning tumults, owns thy wondrous pow'r;
For well thy dulcet notes
Can wind the mazy song,
In labyrinth of wild fantastic form;

[Report Error]