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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 />

But ah! not prayers avert the doom severe;<br />

Here scan mortality, ye sons <strong>of</strong> pride,<br />

Whilst virtue weeps o’er fair Nerine’s bier.<br />

But though she bow’d to Nature’s stern behest,<br />

<strong>The</strong> grizzly tyrant vaunts an empty prize;<br />

Her spotless memory lives in every breast,<br />

Her soul emp’real seeks its native skies.<br />

HOPE.<br />

SEE, from yonder hill descending,<br />

Hope, with all her train attending!<br />

“Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles,<br />

Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles;”<br />

Fancies light that tread on air,<br />

Building fairy castles there;<br />

Æolus his harp new stringing,<br />

Tuning to the breezes singing;<br />

Zeph’rus sweeping s<strong>of</strong>test chords;<br />

Fancy setting airs to words;<br />

Words that seem another sound,<br />

And lighter than a breath are found.<br />

Here Morpheus comes, a wandering guest,<br />

By plaintive murmurs lull’d to rest;<br />

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Round him painted vapours stream,<br />

Wearing s<strong>of</strong>t the chequer’d dream,<br />

Which on silken wings they spread,<br />

Shaking o’er his drowsy head;<br />

Subtile fumes waft round the brain,<br />

And fan these joys so light and vain,<br />

Which s<strong>of</strong>t slumber loves to dress<br />

In long robes <strong>of</strong> happiness.<br />

See where come the dancing Hours,<br />

Sprinkling Hope’s gay path with flowers;<br />

“Thyme that loves the brown hill’s side,”<br />

Heath in lasting colours dyed;<br />

Feathery sprays that s<strong>of</strong>tly blow,<br />

And load the sweet gales as they go<br />

Unheeded,—though the scented air

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