SONG. Mary Robinson (née Darby) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T100118 Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800. Poems by Mrs. Robinson [poems only]. London Printed for C. Parker, the Upper Part of New Bond-Street 1775 pp. 91-93. [8],134p.,plate; 8⁰.

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SONG . I As Cupid wanton , giddy child , Was rambling throw the shade , To mischief prown , the urchin wild , Beheld a sleeping maid . But how to wound her gentle breast , A quick suggestion rose , When ev'ry sense was lull'd to rest , In peaceful , calm repose . II He chang'd his figure in a trice , To Strephon's , blith and young , Then gently tapt her elbow thrice , And thus divinely sung . " Ah beauteous maid no longer scorn , " A generous , constant swain , " My breast with anxious pangs is torn , " I pine with ceaseless pain . III " Be gone she cried , and henceforth know , " Such boldness ne'er could move , " A breast to mean deceit a foe , " Yet ah ! a friend to love . " The youth who aims to gain my heart , " Must prove his constancy , " Confess'd a foe , to every art , " From vice , and folly free . IV A quiver then the urchin drew , Well stor'd with pointed darts , And cry'd " fair nymph in me you view , " The sov'reign of all hearts . " To try your truth I only came , " Your gentle breast to move , " Thou , goddess , henceforth I proclaim , " Of virtue , and of love .