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"Sonnet to the Memory of Miss Maria Linley." by Mary Darby Robinson (1758-1800)
From: Robinson, Mrs. M. Poems. London: J. Bell, 1791. p. 174.

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SONNET

TO

THE MEMORY

OF

MISS MARIA LINLEY.

So bends beneath the storm yon balmy flow'r,
  Whose spicy blossoms once perfum'd the gale;
  So press'd with tears reclines yon lily pale,
Obedient to the rude and beating show'r.

Still is the LARK, that hov'ring o'er yon spray,
  With jocund carol usher'd in the morn;
And mute the NIGHTINGALE, whose tender lay
  Melted the feeling mind with sounds forlorn:

More sweet, MARIA, was thy plaintive strain!
  That strain is o'er; but mem'ry ne'er shall fade,
When erst it cheer'd grey twilight's dreary shade,
  And charm'd the sorrow-stricken soul from pain;
STILL, STILL, melodious maid, thy dulcet song
Shall breathe, immortal, on an ANGEL'S TONGUE!

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