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| Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
| 771. | Sonnet XLII: Oh! Canst Thou Bear by Mary Darby Robinson | | Oh! can'st thou bear to see this faded frame,
Deform'd and mangled by the rocky deep?
Wilt thou remember, and forbear to weep,
My fatal fondness, a... |
| 772. | Sonnet XLIII: While From the Dizzy Precipice by Mary Darby Robinson | | While from the dizzy precipice I gaze,
The world receding from my pensive eyes,
High o'er my head the tyrant eagle flies,
Cloth'd in the sinking su... |
| 773. | Sonnet XLIV: Here Droops the Muse by Mary Darby Robinson | | Here droops the muse! while from her glowing mind,
Celestial Sympathy, with humid eye,
Bids the light Sylph capricious Fancy fly,
Time's restless w... |
| 774. | Sonnet XV: Now, Round My Favour'd Grot by Mary Darby Robinson | | Now, round my favor'd grot let roses rise,
To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest;
O! happy buds! to kiss his burning breast,
And die, benea... |
| 775. | Sonnet XVI: Delusive Hope by Mary Darby Robinson | | 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 c... |
| 776. | Sonnet XVII: Love Steals Unheeded by Mary Darby Robinson | | Love steals unheeded o'er the tranquil mind,
As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main,
Slow through each fibre creeps the subtle pain,
'Till closel... |
| 777. | Sonnet XVIII: Why Art Thou Chang'd? by Mary Darby Robinson | | Why art thou chang'd? O Phaon! tell me why?
Love flies reproach, when passion feels decay;
Or, I would paint the raptures of that day,
When, in swe... |
| 778. | Sonnet XX: Oh! I Could Toil For Thee by Mary Darby Robinson | | Oh! I could toil for thee o'er burning plains;
Could smile at poverty's disastrous blow;
With thee, could wander 'midst a world of snow,
Where one ... |
| 779. | Sonnet XXI: Why Do I Live by Mary Darby Robinson | | Why do I live to loath the cheerful day,
To shun the smiles of Fame, and mark the hours
On tardy pinions move, while ceaseless show'rs
Down my wan ... |
| 780. | Sonnet XXII: Wild Is the Foaming Sea by Mary Darby Robinson | | Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar!
And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round!
On the rent rock the angry waves rebound;
Ah me! the less'nin... |
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