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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet to the Memory of Miss Maria Linley
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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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