Mary Darby Robinson

My
ON, with ev'ry sprite"That gilds the vapours of the night,"Shall dance and weave the verdant ring"With joy that mortals thus can sing; "And when thou sigh'st
IA'S name, "And mourn'st to feel a hopeless flame, ...

A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As rich as fleece of
ON
A pair of shoulders strong and wide, Like country clown enlisting ; Bare arms long dangling by the side, And shoes ...

Favour'd by Heav'n are those, ordain'd to
The bliss supreme that kindles fancy's fire;
Whose magic fingers sweep the muses' lyre,
In varying cadence, eloquently chaste

I
Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep    The boist'rous whirlwinds blew;
The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep,    And all was drear to view—When on the beach that binds the western
The love-lorn

ON
DA'S mount the gods were met,
A sportive, jolly, noisy set,
Resolving nectar bowls to quaff,

Old
SS
ON had a Cat,    A Tabby, loveliest of the race,
Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat    With velvet paws, and whisker'd face;

OU art no more my bosom's
ND;
Here must the sweet delusion end,
That charm'd my senses many a year,

'Twas in a little western town    An ancient Maiden dwelt:
Her name was
SS, or
SS,

Come,
Reason, come
each nerve rebellious bind,
Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul;

Who has not waked to list the busy sounds Of summer's morning, in the sultry smoke Of noisy London
On the pavement hot The sooty chimney-boy, with dingy face And tatter'd covering, shrilly bawls his trade,
Rousing the sleepy housemaid

I wake
delusive phantoms hence, away
Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast;
The softest breeze can shake the halcyon's nest,

ET
RD OF
OW
­why complain      In such soft melody of Song,    That