Gold "tipp'st the leaves of fancy's fairest flow'r / With glitt'ring drops: it feels the numbing spell / Creep through each fibre slow; while ev'ry ill / Of sordid mis'ry blossoms to devour"
Sonnet. [O Gold! thou pois'nous dross, whose subtile pow'r]
Text from <u>The Poetical Works of the Late Mrs Mary Robinson: Including Many Pieces Never Before Published.</u> 3 vols. (London: Printed for Richard Phillips, 1806). &lt;<a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=MD41AAAAMAAJ">Link to vol. I in Google Books</a>&gt;&lt;<a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=qT41AAAAMAAJ">Vol. II</a>&gt;&lt;<a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=Dj81AAAAMAAJ">Vol. III</a>&gt;<br>
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See also <u>The Natural Daughter. With Portraits of the Leadenhead Family. A Novel. By Mrs. Robinson, Author of Poems, Walsingham, the False Friend, &c. &c.</u> 2 vols. (London: 1799). &lt;<a href="http://find.galegroup.com/ecco/infomark.do?&source=gale&prodId=ECCO&userGroupName=viva_uva&tabID=T001&docId=CW109737944&type=multipage&contentSet=ECCOArticles&version=1.0&docLevel=FASCIMILE">Link to ECCO</a>&gt;