Poem by Mary Robinson

Canzonet

SLOW the limpid currents twining,
Brawl along the lonely dell,
’Till in one wild stream combining,
Nought its rapid course can quell;
So at first LOVE’S poisons stealing,
Round the heart unheeded play,
While we hope our pangs concealing,
Vainly hope to check his sway. 

If amidst the glassy river
Aught impedes its placid course,
Ah ! it glides more swift than ever,
While opposing gives it force;
So when HOPE and PASSION blending,
Warm the feeble trembling frame;
REASON sickens by contending,
Fanning only feeds the flame.

1. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb
2. Stanzas Written under an Oak in Windsor Forest
3. The Widow’s Home
4. To Cesario
5. Sonnet 44. Here Droops the Muse

Henry White Canzonet ("Maiden! wrap thy mantle round thee")

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