Mary Darby Robinson

(1758 - 1800 / England)

Mary Darby Robinson Poems

121. Stanzas To Love 1/3/2003
122. Golfre, Gothic Swiss Tale 1/3/2003
123. Sonnet Xvi: Delusive Hope 1/3/2003
124. The Shepherd's Dog 1/3/2003
125. The Negro Girl 1/3/2003
126. Sonnet To My Beloved Daughter 1/3/2003
127. Stanzas To A Friend 1/3/2003
128. Cupid Sleeping 1/3/2003
129. Ode To The Moon 1/3/2003
130. Lines On Hearing It Declared That No Women Were So Handsome As The English 1/3/2003
131. Sonnet -- The Snow-Drop 1/3/2003
132. Echo To Him Who Complains 1/3/2003
133. January, 1795 1/3/2003
134. The Haunted Beach 1/3/2003
135. All Alone 1/3/2003
136. Ode To Beauty 1/3/2003
137. Female Fashions For 1799 1/3/2003
138. Life 1/3/2003
139. The Bee And The Butterfly 1/3/2003
140. Absence 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Mary Darby Robinson

Absence

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...

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Sonnet To Ingratitude

He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
- YOUNG.


I COULD have borne affliction's sharpest thorn;
The sting of malice­poverty's deep wound;
The sneers of vulgar pride, the idiot's scorn;
Neglected Love, false Friendship's treach'rous sound;

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