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The Poetical Works of the Late Mrs. Mary Robinson (1); Including Many Pieces Never Before Published. in Three Volumes
The Poetical Works of the Late Mrs Mary Robinson Including Many Pieces Never Before Published in Three Volumes - 1 Author:Mary Robinson Volume: 1 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1806 Original Publisher: R. Phillips Subjects: History / General Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you ... more »buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: MONODY TO THE MEMORY' Of MARIE ANTOINETTE, QUEEN 0 FRANCE, Written immediately after her execution. WHEN, the dread scene of death and horror o'er, Reason's calm eye Time's tablet shall explore; When the dark Demons of destructive ire No more shall see devoted hosts expire; When, o'er the desolated clime, the Wise Shall bid, Too Late, the sacred Olive rise! -- Then Justice shall the dreary spot illume Where Pity lingers on the Martyr's tomb; And, scatt'ring Sorrow's incense, sighing, say -- "Thy Fame, Illustrious Soul ! shall Ne'er PECAY !" Oh! then, when wand'ring on some distant shore, Musing o'er scenes of bliss he tastes no more ! The Holy Exile shall, with up-rais'd eyes, Implore, for Thee, the raptures of the skies! Though sad, forlorn, a stranger to repose, Celestial Faith shall mitigate his woes ! And Patience, smiling from her sphery throne, Shall bid his throbbing heart some solace own! Yet, as the pious sufferer bends his way, Gheer'd by the prospects of Eternal Day, Oft shall he pour his orisons divine, Forget his pangs, and only Weep Foe Thine! The Pilgrim who, with tearful eye, shall view The Moon's wan lustre on the midnight dew, As through the lonesome labyrinth he strays, Sooth'd by her lamp, and guided by its rays, Shall offer up to heaven an humble pray'r, (For contrite sighs are ever welcome There !) That, in seraphic realms, thy Soul may know That bliss, Inhuman Rage denied Below ! Ah ! who can trace, nor feel a pang severe...« less