Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон)

Sonnet 2. High on a Rock

High on a rock, coaeval with the skies,
A Temple stands, rear'd by immortal pow'rs
To Chastity divine! ambrosial flow'rs
Twining round icicles, in columns rise,
Mingling with pendent gems of orient dyes!
Piercing the air, a golden crescent tow'rs,
Veil'd by transparent clouds; while smiling hours
Shake from their varying wings--celestial joys!
The steps of spotless marble, scatter'd o'er
With deathless roses arm'd with many a thorn,
Lead to the altar. On the frozen floor,
Studded with tear-drops petrified by scorn,
Pale vestals kneel the Goddess to adore,
While Love, his arrows broke, retires forlorn.

1. Sonnet 23. To Aetna’s Scorching Sands
2. To Cesario
3. Sonnet 21. Why Do I Live
4. To the Myrtle
5. Mistress Gurton’s Cat

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