The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...

The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842)
To youth, to age, to every scene resorts.
But why, my heart, that palpitating beat!
Can death’s idea cause that pensive gloom?
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Since in the world such thorny cares we meet,
And since ‘tis peace within the silent tomb.
Yet still the thought of nature’s sad decay,
And the reception in the world unknown,
Must cast a cloud o’er hope’s celestial ray,
If not dispell’d by conscious worth alone:
May this support me in the awful hour
When earthly prospects fade before my view;
O! then, my friends, into my bosom pour
Some soothing balsam at the last adieu.
Say, in Elysium we shall meet again,
Nor there shall error hold th’ enchanting rod;
But freed from earth at once we’ll break the chain,
And thus releas’d shall ne’er offend our God.
Then hence aversion to the body’s doom,
Nor let this scene a pensive murmur raise,
Nor let thought grieve when pondering o’er the tomb,
Though on my grave the senseless herd should graze.
AN EPISTLE
TO MISS ISABELLA GRAHAM OF GARTMORE.
AT earliest dawn brisk Archy rose,
And tightly garter’d on his hose;
He in his bosom plac’d a sprig,
And put on his best philibeg,
Mounted his sheltie—then demands,
“Gif Lady Susan had commands,
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To Gartmore, Madam, I am going”—
Respectfully the while kept bowing;—
“A letter, if you’ll please to give it,
The morn Miss Tibby shall receive it;”
I thank you, Archy;—yes, I’ll send
A letter to my dearest friend.