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| Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
| 781. | Sonnet XXIII: To Aetna's Scorching Sands by Mary Darby Robinson | | To AEtna's scorching sands my Phaon flies!
False Youth! can other charms attractive prove?
Say, can Sicilian loves thy passions move,
Play round th... |
| 782. | Sonnet XXIV: O Thou! Meek Orb by Mary Darby Robinson | | O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o'er the dale
Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night!
On the smooth lake diffusing silv'ry light,
Sublime... |
| 783. | Sonnet XXIX: Farewell, Ye Tow'ring Cedars by Mary Darby Robinson | | Farewell, ye tow'ring Cedars, in whose shade,
Lull'd by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest,
While spicy breezes hover'd o'er my breast
To fan my cheek... |
| 784. | Sonnet XXV: Can'st Thou Forget by Mary Darby Robinson | | Can'st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul!
Thy Sappho's voice, her form, her dulcet Lyre!
That melting ev'ry thought to fond desire,
Bade sweet deleri... |
| 785. | Sonnet XXVI: Where Antique Woods by Mary Darby Robinson | | Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest,
And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour;
Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow'r,
And waste life'... |
| 786. | Sonnet XXVII: Oh! Ye Bright Stars by Mary Darby Robinson | | Oh! ye bright Stars! that on the Ebon fields
Of Heav'n's empire, trembling seems to stand;
'Till rosy morn unlocks her portal bland,
Where the prou... |
| 787. | Sonnet XXVIII: Weak Is the Sophistry by Mary Darby Robinson | | Weak is the sophistry, and vain the art
That whispers patience to the mind's despair!
That bids reflection bathe the wounds of care,
While Hope, wi... |
| 788. | Sonnet XXX: O'er the Tall Cliff by Mary Darby Robinson | | O'er the tall cliff that bounds the billowy main
Shad'wing the surge that sweeps the lonely strand,
While the thin vapours break along the sand,
Da... |
| 789. | Sonnet XXXI: Far O'er the Waves by Mary Darby Robinson | | Far o'er the waves my lofty Bark shall glide,
Love's frequent sighs the flutt'ring sails shall swell,
While to my native home I bid farewell,
Hope'... |
| 790. | Sonnet XXXII: Blest As the Gods by Mary Darby Robinson | | Blest as the Gods! Sicilian Maid is he,
The youth whose soul thy yielding graces charm;
Who bound, O! thraldom sweet! by beauty's arm,
In idle dall... |
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