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"To Cesario." by Mary Darby Robinson (1758-1800)
From: Robinson, Mrs. M. Poems. London: J. Bell, 1791. pp. 121-122.

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[Page 121]

"If haply, these wild simple flowers
  "To thee some lov'd Image convey;
"Ah! me, then the neighbouring bowers
  "Yield none half so lovely as they."

CESARIO TO LAURA.

ORACLE, Jan. 18,
    1790.

TO

CESARIO.

CESARIO, thy Lyre's dulcet measure,
  So sweetly, so tenderly flows;
That could my sad soul taste of pleasure,
  Thy music would soften its woes.

But ah, gentle soother, where anguish
  Takes root in the grief-stricken heart;
'Tis the triumph of sorrow to languish,
  'Tis rapture to cherish the smart.

The mind where pale Mis'ry sits brooding,
  Repels the soft touch of repose;
Shrinks back when blest Reason intruding,
  The balm of mild comfort bestows.

There is luxury oft in declining,
  What pity's kind motives impart;

[Page 122]

And to bear hapless fate, unrepining,
  Is the proudest delight of the heart.

Still, still shall thy Lyre's gentle measure,
  In strains of pure melody flow;
While each heart beats with exquisite pleasure,
  SAVE MINE–the doom'd VICTIM OF WOE.

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