A facsimile reprint in the Revolution & Romanticism series chosen and introduced by Jonathan Wordsworth
ISBN 1 85477 242 2
174 x 110 mm 96 pages

SAPPHO. Engraved for Mrs Robinsons Sonnets, from a Marble Bust in the Palace of the Prince Giustiniani at Rome
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MARY ROBINSON
Sappho and Phaon 1796
Sapphos fatal love for Phaon, told by Ovid and put into English verse by Pope, is transformed by Mary Robinson into a narrative sonnet-sequence. It is an unusual and arresting use of the sonnet, made the more striking by her choice not of the usual Shakespearean form, with its final rhymed couplet, but of the Petrarchan version preferred by Milton. In Miltons hands it was a majestic instrument. In Mary Robinsons it becomes a sensuous, Keatsian vehicle for a poem of passion and power.
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When, in the gloomy mansion of the dead,
This withring heart, this faded form shall sleep:
When these fond eyes at length shall cease to weep,
And earths cold lap receive this fevrish head:
Envy shall turn away, a tear to shed,
And Times obliterating pinions sweep
The spot, where poets shall their vigils keep,
To mourn and and wander near my freezing bed!
Then, my pale ghost, upon th’ Elysian shore,
Shall smile, releasd from evry mortal care;
While, doomd loves victim to repine no more,
My breast shall bathe in endless rapture there!
Ah! no! my restless shade would still deplore,
Nor taste that bliss which Phaon did not share.
(Sonnet xxxvii)
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