Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон)

Sonnet 1. Favour’d by Heav’n

Favour’d by Heav’n are those, ordain’d to taste
The bliss supreme that kindles fancy’s fire;
Whose magic fingers sweep the muses’ lyre,
In varying cadence, eloquently chaste!
Well may the mind, with tuneful numbers grac’d,
To Fame’s immortal attributes aspire,
Above the treach’rous spells of low desire,
That wound the sense, by vulgar joys debas’d.
For thou, blest POESY! with godlike pow’rs
To calm the miseries of man wert giv’n;
When passion rends, and hopeless love devours,
By mem’ry goaded, and by frenzy driv’n,
’Tis thine to guide him ’midst Elysian bow’rs,
And shew his fainting soul,--a glimpse of Heav’n.

1. Ode to Envy
2. Sonnet 28. Weak Is the Sophistry
3. Male Fashions for 1799
4. Sonnet 30. O’er the Tall Cliff
5. Sonnet 16. Delusive Hope

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