Mary Robinson ( )

Sonnet 29. Farewell, Ye Towring Cedars

Farewell, ye towring Cedars, in whose shade,
Lulld by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest,
While spicy breezes hoverd oer my breast
To fan my cheek, in deepning tints arrayd;
While amrous insects, humming round me, playd,
Each flowr forsook, of prouder sweets in quest;
Of glowing lips, in humid fragrance drest,
That mockd the Sunny Hyblas vaunted aid!
Farewell, ye limpid rivers! Oh! farewell!
No more shall Sappho to your grots repair;
No more your white waves to her bosom swell,
Or your dank weeds, entwine her floating hair;
As erst, when Venus in her sparry cell
Wept, to behold a brighter goddess there!

Mary Robinson's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb
  2. To Cesario
  3. The Poor Singing Dame
  4. Sonnet to Evening
  5. Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter

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