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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 />

Or where is the treasure can buy <strong>of</strong>f a sigh!<br />

Did riches e’er purchase the loan <strong>of</strong> to-morrow,<br />

Or find out a medicine to cure the moist eye?<br />

[188]<br />

Let wealth spread her carpet, and ask the gay hours<br />

To dance in light circles its borders along;<br />

<strong>The</strong>y’d sooner tend Patrick to Nature’s green bowers<br />

“With Norah, dear Norah, the theme <strong>of</strong> his song.”<br />

Midst the joys <strong>of</strong> the heart sits one tender affection<br />

To heal every sorrow when tortur’d with pain;<br />

And, when feeling sinks down into silent dejection,<br />

Sends Hope with her cordial to cheer her again:<br />

Thus love has shown Norah the feints <strong>of</strong> high station,<br />

And told her that peace seldom joins the gay throng;<br />

While “one sweet smile gives Patrick the wealth <strong>of</strong> a<br />

nation<br />

From Norah, dear Norah, the theme <strong>of</strong> his song.” 1<br />

O BID ME NOT TO WANDER.<br />

Written when earnestly entreated to go to the South<br />

<strong>of</strong> France for the recovery <strong>of</strong> her health.<br />

AIR—A Rose Tree.<br />

O urge me not to wander,<br />

And quit my pleasant native shore;<br />

O let me still meander<br />

On those sweet banks I lov’d before!<br />

1 It will be perceived that the author has borrowed the last line<br />

<strong>of</strong> each <strong>of</strong> the above stanzas from a fine Irish song, entitled<br />

“Tho’ Leixlip is proud,” in “<strong>The</strong> Poor Soldier,” but nothing more.

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