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Lines on Hearing it Declared that No Women Were So Handsome as the English

BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven!

In various forms to mortals given,

With magic skill enslaves mankind,

As sportive fancy sways the mind.

Search the wide world, go where you will,

VARIETY pursues you still;

Capricious Nature knows no bound,

Her unexhausted gifts are found

by Mary Darby Robinson

Sonnet XVI: Delusive Hope

Delusive Hope! more transient than the ray

That leads pale twilight to her dusky bed,

O'er woodland glen, or breezy mountain's head,

Ling'ring to catch the parting sigh of day.

Hence with thy visionary charms, away!

Nor o'er my path the flow'rs of fancy spread;

Thy airy dreams on peaceful pillows shed,

And weave for thoughtless brows, a garland gay.

by Mary Darby Robinson

Elegy on the Death of Lady Middleton

THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale,

Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear;

In awful sounds repeats a mournful tale,

And claims the tribute of a tender tear.

The dreadful hour is past ! the mandate giv'n!

The gentle MIDDLETON shall breathe no more,

Yet who shall blame the wise decrees of Heaven,

Or the dark mysteries of Fate explore?

by Mary Darby Robinson

Oberon to the Queen of the Fairies

My OBERON, 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 MARIA'S name,

"And mourn'st to feel a hopeless flame,

"Eager they'll catch the tender note

"Just parting from thy tuneful throat,

by Mary Darby Robinson

Ode to Beauty

EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour,

Whose magic spells enchain the heart,

Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow'r,

Thy thrilling smile, thy witching art ?

Thy lip, where balmy nectar glows;

Thy cheek, where round the damask rose

A thousand nameless Graces move,

Thy mildly speaking azure eyes,

by Mary Darby Robinson

Cupid Sleeping

[Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire.]

CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade,

The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid;

His brows with mossy roses crown'd;

His golden darts lay scatter'd round;

To shade his auburn, curled head,

A purple canopy was spread,

Which gently with the breezes play'd,

by Mary Darby Robinson

The Alien Boy

'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main

An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut

Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung with weeds,

Mark'd the poor Exile's home. Full ten long years

The melancholy wretch had liv'd unseen

By all, save HENRY, a lov'd, little Son

The partner of his sorrows. On the day

When Persecution, in the sainted guise

by Mary Darby Robinson

Ainsi Va le Monde

O THOU, to whom superior worth's allied,

Thy Country's honourand the MUSES' pride;

Whose pen gives polish to the varying line

That blends instruction with the song divine;

Whose fancy, glancing o'er the hostile plain,

Plants a fond trophy o'er the mighty slain; Ý

Or to the daisied lawn directs its way,

Blithe as the songstress of returning day;

by Mary Darby Robinson

Lewin and Gynneth

"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?"

The beauteous LEWIN cried;

As thro' the murky shade of night

With frantic step she hied.

"When shall those eyes my GYNNETH'S face,

My GYNNETH'S form survey ?

When shall those longing eyes again

Behold the dawn of day ?"

by Mary Darby Robinson

Lines inscribed to P de Loutherbourg, Esq R A

WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE,

In curling waves the rapid waters shine;

Where tow'ring cliffs in awful grandeur rise,

And midst the blue expanse embrace the skies;

The wond'ring eye beholds yon craggy height,

Ting'd with the glow of Evening's fading light:

Where the fierce cataract swelling o'er its bound,

Bursts from its source, and dares the depth profound.

by Mary Darby Robinson

Lines Written by the Side of a River

FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray,

Still a silent waving tide

O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide,

While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY,

As I gather from thy bank,

Shelter'd by the poplar dank,

King-cups, deck'd in golden pride,

Harebells sweet, and daisies pied;

by Mary Darby Robinson

Mistress Gurton's Cat

Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat,

A Tabby, loveliest of the race,

Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat

With velvet paws, and whisker'd face;

The Doves of VENUS not so fair,

Nor JUNO'S Peacocks half so grand

As MISTRESS GURTON'S Tabby rare,

The proudest of the purring band;

by Mary Darby Robinson