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 />
I almost as a sister lov’d thee,<br />
And thought that nothing could have moy’d thee!<br />
But, like the dewdrops on a spray<br />
That shrinks before the morning ray,—<br />
Like the frail sunshine on the stream,<br />
Thy friendship faded as a dream.<br />
When sickness and when sorrow tried me,<br />
Thy aid—thy friendship was denied me;<br />
Thy love was but a summer flower,<br />
And could not stand the wintry shower:<br />
More for thyself than me I grieve<br />
Thou could’st thus cruelly deceive.<br />
[243] .<br />
I AM OF A TEMPER FIXED AS A DECREE.<br />
I AM <strong>of</strong> a temper fixed as a decree,<br />
Resolv’d with myself to live happy and free;<br />
With the cares <strong>of</strong> this world I am seldom perplex’d,<br />
I am sometimes uneasy, but never quite vex’d;<br />
I am neither too high nor too low in degree;<br />
<strong>The</strong>re are more that live worse than live better than me.<br />
My life thus moves on amid freedom and ease,<br />
I go where I will, and I come when I please;<br />
I am plac’d below envy, and yet above spite;<br />
I’ve judgment enough still to do myself right:<br />
Some higher, some lower, I own there may be,<br />
But ambition and want are both strangers to me.<br />
When money comes in, pleas’d I live till ‘tis gone,<br />
I am happy when with it, contented with none;<br />
If I spend it ‘mong friends I count it but lent,<br />
It thus goes genteelly—I never repent;<br />
With mirth to my labour the hours sweetly pass,<br />
Though at Saturday night I am just where I was.