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

The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842)
IN the search of good humour I’ve rambl’d all day,
And just now honest truth has discover d her way;
When rubbing his telescope perfectly clear,
Call’d out, “I have found her;” and bade me come here.
I’m grown weary of wit, who but dresses for show,
And strives still to sparkle as much as your beau;
For, if he can shine, though at dear friends’ expense,
He will raise contributions on feeling and sense.
Then learning is proud, nor can trifle with ease,
Though in this little life ‘tis oft trifles that please;
Unbending austerity, wrapt up in self,
Is so like a miser when hoarding his pelf.
Strong reason’s a warrior that fights out his way,
And seldom has leisure to rest or to play;
Nay, so rough has he grown, unless great things are
done,
He thinks that all useless went down the bright sun.
O! ’tis gentle good humour that makes life so sweet,
And picks up the flowerets that garnish our feet;
Then, from them extracting the balsam of health
Turns the blossoms of nature to true sterling wealth.
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COME, MORTALS, ENLIVEN THE HOUR.
COME, mortals, enliven the hour that is lent,
Nor cloud with false fear the sunshine of to-day;
The ills that hang o’er us what sighs can prevent,
Or waft from the eye one moist sorrow away?
Though we see from afar, as he travels life’s road,
Old time mowing down both the shrub and the flower,
Soon or late, we all know, he must sweep our abode,
But why damp our mirth by inquiring the hour?
In the span that’s allotted then crowd every joy;
Let the goblet run high if in dreams you delight;