Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон)

Sonnet to the Memory of Miss Maria Linley

So bends beneath the storm yon balmy flow’r,
Whose spicy blossoms once perfum’d the gale;
So press’d with tears reclines yon lily pale,
Obedient to the rude and beating show’r. 

Still is the LARK, that hov’ring o’er yon spray,
With jocund carol usher’d in the morn;
And mute the NIGHTINGALE, whose tender lay
Melted the feeling mind with sounds forlorn: 

More sweet, MARIA, was thy plaintive strain!
That strain is o’er; but mem’ry ne’er shall fade,
When erst it cheer’d grey twilight’s dreary shade,
And charm’d the sorrow-stricken soul from pain;
STILL, STILL, melodious maid, thy dulcet song
Shall breathe, immortal, on an ANGEL’S TONGUE!

1. Male Fashions for 1799
2. Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin
3. Sonnet 28. Weak Is the Sophistry
4. Sonnet 38. Oh Sigh
5. Stanzas Written under an Oak in Windsor Forest

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