The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...
The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...
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<strong>The</strong> Salamanca Corpus: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Poetical</strong> <strong>Works</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miss</strong> <strong>Susanna</strong> <strong>Blamire</strong> (<strong>1842</strong>)<br />
ON COLLINS’S ODE ON THE PASSIONS,<br />
AS RECITED BY MRS ESTEN. 1<br />
BENEATH a sad and silent shade.<br />
Afflicted Poetry was laid;<br />
<strong>The</strong> shepherd train, the virgin choir,<br />
No longer listen d to her lyre;<br />
But, all neglected and alone,<br />
Her feeling and her fire were gone.<br />
No zephyr fondly sued her breast,<br />
No nightingale came there to rest;<br />
<strong>The</strong> faded visions fled her eyes—<br />
<strong>The</strong> visions <strong>of</strong> her ecstasies.<br />
1 Mrs Esten was thought by some to combine in her own person a considerable portion <strong>of</strong> the dignity <strong>of</strong> Mrs<br />
Siddons, with the brilliant gaiety <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miss</strong> Farren. She is still remembered for her admirable recitation <strong>of</strong> the<br />
“Ode on the Passions,” and “Alexander’s Feast.”<br />
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And if perchance she sought delight,<br />
It was amid the gloom <strong>of</strong> night,—<br />
It was the hour the screechowls cry,<br />
Or roaring whirlwinds rend the sky,<br />
To pour her melancholy strain,<br />
And catch a pleasure from the pain.<br />
Esten beheld her haggard air<br />
At twilight as she wander’d there,<br />
And felt the sympathetic woe<br />
That Taste and Feeling ever know;<br />
<strong>The</strong>n eager sought the city’s throng<br />
To vindicate the force <strong>of</strong> song.<br />
She chose an ode divinely wild,<br />
Wrote by the Muses’ favourite child;<br />
From Collins was the magic lay,<br />
That subject Passions all obey:<br />
<strong>The</strong> crowd the varying influence prove<br />
Of Rage, and Hope, and Fear, and Love;<br />
<strong>The</strong>y still implor’d her to rehearse,<br />
And own’d the thrilling power <strong>of</strong> verse!<br />
O thou, sweet Bard! who now mayst be<br />
A shadow fleeting o’er the sea,<br />
A vapour on the morning rose,