Home > Library > New > Mat Robinson > Sappho And Phaon > Xvii. The Tyranny Of Love

Xvii. The Tyranny Of Love

*
"Sappho and Phaon", by Mary Robinson, [1796],

Xvii. The Tyranny Of Love.

Love steals unheeded oer the tranquil mind,

As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main,

Slow through each fibre creeps the subtle pain,

Till closely round the yielding bosom twind.

Vain is the hope the magic to unbind,

The potent mischief riots in the brain,

Grasps evry thought, and burns in evry vein,

Till in the heart the Tyrant lives enshrind.

Oh! Victor strong! bending the vanquishd frame;

Sweet is the thraldom that thou bidst us prove!

And sacred is the tear thy victims claim,

For blest are those whom sighs of sorrow move!

Then nymphs beware how ye profane my name,

Nor blame my weakness, till like me ye love!
bible is in number| bible is in number
Home > Library > New > Mat Robinson > Sappho And Phaon > Xvii. The Tyranny Of Love