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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 />

[165] .<br />

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,

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