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 />
And waft away the rising storm;<br />
Continue thus thy magic power,<br />
And charm for once the heavy hour,<br />
From present ill the Fancy bear<br />
<strong>The</strong> painful sufferings into air,<br />
<strong>The</strong>re catch the spirits light and free,<br />
That leave me bless’d with them and thee.<br />
WRITTEN IN A CHURCHYARD,<br />
ON SEEING A NUMBER OF CATTLE GRAZING IN IT.<br />
1766.<br />
BE still my heart, and let this moving sight<br />
Whisper a moral to each future lay;<br />
Let this convince how like the lightning’s flight<br />
Is earthly pageantry’s precarious stay.<br />
Within this place <strong>of</strong> consecrated trust<br />
<strong>The</strong> neighbouring herds their daily pasture find;<br />
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And idly bounding o’er each hallow’d bust,<br />
Form a sad prospect to the pensive mind.<br />
Whilst o’er the graves thus carelessly they tread,<br />
Allur’d by hunger to the deed pr<strong>of</strong>ane,<br />
<strong>The</strong>y crop the verdure rising from the bed<br />
Of some fond parent, or some love-sick swain.<br />
No more does vengeance to revenge the deed<br />
Lodge in their breasts, or vigour aid the blow;<br />
<strong>The</strong> power to make the sad <strong>of</strong>fenders bleed<br />
<strong>The</strong> prostrate image ne’er again shall know.<br />
Nor can the time-worn epitaph rehearse<br />
<strong>The</strong> name or titles which its owner bore;<br />
No more the sorrow lives within the verse,<br />
For memory paints the moving scene no more.<br />
Perhaps ‘tis one whose noble deeds attain’d<br />
Honour and fame in time <strong>of</strong> hostile war;—<br />
Whose arm the Captive’s liberty regain’d,<br />
And stamp’d his valour with a glorious scar.<br />
Alas! his widow might attend him here,