Mary Darby Robinson
Born to Mr. and Mrs. John Darby of Bristol, England, Mary Darby Robinson benefited greatly from her father’s membership with the mercantile firm of Miller and Elton. Not only did she enjoy the perks of high society but she was also provided what was considered to be one of the finest educations of the time. She spent her early educational years learning from a minister of a monastery at St. Augustine. Robinson grew to love the arts, dabbling not only in writing and music, but also acting in her later years. Even in her early years she demonstrated a skill in the use of language and flourished in her English classes. Her talent in music earned her a harpsichord and she studied music under ... more »
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Mary Darby Robinson Poems
WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep, I mark the restless surgeand think of THEE.
"What is this world?thy school, O misery! "Our only lesson is to learn to suffer." - YOUNG.
Female Fashions for 1799
A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As rich as fleece of JASON.
Sonnet -- The Snow-Drop
THOU meekest emblem of the infant year, Why droops so cold and wan thy fragrant head ? Ah ! why retiring to thy frozen bed, Steals from thy silky leaves the trembling tear ?
Golfre, Gothic Swiss Tale
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring;
Echo to Him Who Complains
O FLY thee from the shades of night, Where the loud tempests yelling rise; Where horrror wings her sullen flight Beneath the bleak and lurid skies.
Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving.
Lines on Hearing it Declared that No Wom...
BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways the mind.
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray?
Male Fashions for 1799
Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats, Whispers like Jew MOSES ; Padded collars, thick cravats, And cheeks as red as roses.
The Haunted Beach
Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head Though lofty Barks were shatter'd.
Lines Written on the Sea-Coast
SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides, Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales, The lofty mast the breezy air derides, As gaily o'er the glitt'ring surf she sails.
[Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire.] CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade,
The Bee and the Butterfly
UPON a garden's perfum'd bed With various gaudy colours spread, Beneath the shelter of a ROSE A BUTTERFLY had sought repose;
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WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep,
Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea,
My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep,
I mark the restless surgeand think of THEE.
The curling waves, the passing breezes move,
Changing and treach'rous as the breath of LOVE;
The "sad similitude" awakes my smart,
And thy dear image twines about my heart.
When at the sober hour of sinking day,
Exhausted Nature steals to soft repose,
When the hush'd linnet slumbers on the spray,
And scarce a ZEPHYR fans the drooping ROSE;
I glance o'er scenes of bliss to...