Mary Darby Robinson - LifeMary Darby Robinson - Life
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"What is this world?thy school, O misery!
"Our only lesson is to learn to suffer."
- YOUNG.
LOVE, thou sportive fickle boy,
Source of anguish, child of joy,
Ever woundingever smiling,
Soothing still, and still beguiling;
What are all thy boasted treasures,
Tender sorrows, transient pleasures?
Anxious hopes, and jealous fears,
LAUGHING HOURS, and MOURNING YEARS.
What is FRIENDSHIP`S soothing name?
But a shad`wy, vap`rish flame;
Fancy`s balm for ev`ry wound,
Ever sought, but rarely found;
What is BEAUTY ? but a flow`r,
Blooming, fading in an hour;
Deck`d with brightest tints at morn,
At twilight with`ring on a thorn;
Like the gentle Rose of spring,
Chill`d by ev`ry zephyr`s wing,
Ah! how soon its colour flies,
Blushes, trembles, falls, and dies.
What is YOUTH ? a smiling sorrow,
Blithe to day, and sad to-morrow;
Never fix`d, for ever ranging,
Laughing, weeping, doating, changing;
Wild, capricious, giddy, vain,
Cloy`d with pleasure, nurs`d with pain;
AGE steals on with wint`ry face,
Ev`ry rapt`rous Hope to chase;
Like a wither`d, sapless tree,
Bow`d to chilling Fate`s decree;
Strip`d of all its foliage gay,
Drooping at the close of day;
What of tedious Life remains?
Keen regrets and cureless pains;
Till DEATH appears, a welcome friend,
To bid the scene of sorrow end.
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