Poem by Mary Robinson

Sonnet 5. O! How Can Love

O! How can LOVE exulting Reason queil!
How fades each nobler passion from his gaze!
E’en Fame, that cherishes the Poet’s lays,
That fame, ill-fated Sappho lov’d so well.
Lost is the wretch, who in his fatal spell
Wastes the short Summer of delicious days,
And from the tranquil path of wisdom strays,
In passion’s thorny wild, forlorn to dwell.
O ye! who in that sacred Temple smile
Where holy Innocence resides enshrin’d;
Who fear not sorrow, and who know not guile,
Each thought compos’d, and ev’ry wish resign’d;
Tempt not the path where pleasure’s flow’ry wile
In sweet, but pois’nous fetters, holds the mind.

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2. Sonnet 41. Yes, I Will Go
3. Ode to Envy
4. Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin
5. Sonnet 28. Weak Is the Sophistry

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