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

The Salamanca Corpus: The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842)
Till horror or grandeur exists in the sound.
Yet still there’s a Nymph with as magical powers,
Who only exhibits things just as they are;
And she, even she, can hand round the dull hours,
Nor in search of amusement needs wander afar.
What though she is rural, and best loves the grove,
Though scenes of retirement delight her the most,
Yet not to one spot does she fasten her love,
For easily pleas’d, not one pleasure is lost.
She rambles about, and I meet her at eve;
With Aurora I find her ascending the hill;
At noon in the shade help her chaplets to weave,
All day mark her steps, and am near to her still.
To such favour I’ve got, that my friends she will guide,
With promises firm, that they shall not repent;—
That they shall not be weary when set by my side,
She promises this—and her name is CONTENT.
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THE FAREWELL TO AFFECTION.
Go, soft Sensation, once so dear,
So long the much-lov’d ruler here;
Go, go, and leave this bosom free,
And take thy many a pang with thee;
Thy fears, that die of dreaded ill;
Thy softer griefs that slowly kill;
Thy anguish for another’s woe;
Thy mingling tears, that silent flow;
Thy sighs, that linger oft on air,
And melt the softest zephyr there;
Thy little jealousies, that prove
Thy pride of heart, but most thy love;
That tenderness of soul, which knows
An endless world of fancied woes;
A thousand slights, a thousand pains,
That pierce at once the bleeding veins;
The feelings quick, that faint and start,
And haste their tremour to the heart;
With all the nameless fears that mourn
A love bestow’d without return!