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 />
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POETICAL WORKS<br />
STOKLEWATH;*<br />
OR,<br />
THE CUMBRIAN VILLAGE.<br />
FROM where dark clouds <strong>of</strong> curling smoke arise,<br />
And the tall column mounts into the skies;<br />
Where the grim arches <strong>of</strong> the forge appear,<br />
Whose fluted pillars prop the thickening air;<br />
Where domes <strong>of</strong> peers and humble ro<strong>of</strong>s are found<br />
Alike to spread their mingled vapours round;<br />
From denser air and busy towns I run,<br />
To catch a glimpse <strong>of</strong> the unclouded sun;<br />
Foe to the toils which wealth and pomp create,<br />
And all the hard-wrought tinsel <strong>of</strong> the great.<br />
Aurora now had left her crimson bed,<br />
And the sky glowed with pure reflected red;<br />
<strong>The</strong> moving stars withdrew their timorous light,<br />
As her gilt chariot burst upon the sight;<br />
<strong>The</strong> glittering pearls that gentle Eve had born,<br />
Were all adorning the sweet brow <strong>of</strong> Morn ;<br />
* <strong>The</strong> provincial pronunciation <strong>of</strong> Stokdalewath.<br />
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And every shrub, and every opening flower,<br />
Unlock’d some jewel for the rising hour.<br />
Meanwhile unseen the fragrant zephyr flew,<br />
And gather’d essence from the balmy dew;<br />
I wander’d on, till Fancy bade me stay,<br />
And spend with Health and her one holiday.<br />
Where the clear stream its useful tenor holds,<br />
And the shorn flocks come whiten’d from the folds;<br />
Where on each side the cottages are seen,<br />
Which orchards shelter, and which poplars screen;<br />
<strong>The</strong>re many an apple, in autumnal pride,<br />
Glows with red cheek, and blushes side by side;