Date: 1806

"Where is the stamp which marks th' immortal soul, / And places thee above the growling brute?"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"But when thy true poetic lays, / Pierce to the Heart's remotest cell; / We feel the conscious innate praise"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"In ev'ry eye, / The living ray of waken'd intellect / Marks reason's lamp divine!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"All around / A solemn stillness seems to guard the scene, / Nursing the brood of thought--a thriving brood / In the rich mazes of the cultur'd brain."

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"All around / A solemn stillness seems to guard the scene, / Nursing the brood of thought--a thriving brood / In the rich mazes of the cultur'd brain"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"Shall the caprice of nature, the deep tint / Of sultry climes, the feature varying, / Or the uncultur'd mind, endure the scourge / Of sordid tyranny, or heap the stores / Of his fair fellow man, whose ruddy cheek / Knows not the tear of pity; whose white breast / Conceals a heart, than adamant m...

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"The savage cheek / Smiles at the potent spoiler; braves his frown; / And while the partial gloom is most opake, / Still vaunts the mind unfetter'd!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"The savage cheek / Smiles at the potent spoiler; braves his frown; / And while the partial gloom is most opake, / Still vaunts the mind unfetter'd!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"Thy pure flame / Would light the sense opake, and warm the spring / Of boundless ecstacy; while nature's laws / So violated, plead, immortal-tongu'd, / For her dark-fated children; lead them forth / From bondage infamous!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1797, 1806

"Nor when the bosom's wasted fires / Are all extinct, is anguish o'er; / For jealousy, which ne'er expires, / Can wound--when passion is no more."

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)