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Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон)


Sonnet 42. Oh! Canst Thou Bear


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, and my peerless fame?
Soon o’er this heart, now warm with passion’s flame,
The howling winds and foamy waves shall sweep;
Those eyes be ever clos’d in death’s cold sleep,
And all of Sappho perish, but her name!
Yet, if the Fates suspend their barb’rous ire,
If days less mournful, Heav’n designs for me!
If rocks grow kind, and winds and waves conspire,
To bear me softly on the swelling sea;
To Phoebus only will I tune my Lyre,
”What suits with Sappho, Phoebus suits with thee!”



Mary Robinson's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 28. Weak Is the Sophistry
  2. Sonnet 38. Oh Sigh
  3. Sonnet 41. Yes, I Will Go
  4. Ode to Envy
  5. Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin


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