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 />
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