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 />
On purple pinions lightly borne,<br />
Uprear the canopy <strong>of</strong> day,<br />
And o’er his chariot float away;<br />
[51] .<br />
Hadst thou not mark’d the evening shade,<br />
In all her changeful colours fade;—<br />
<strong>The</strong> golden glow, the sapphire hue,<br />
<strong>The</strong> rosy red, the melting blue,<br />
<strong>The</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t sea-green with yellow tinge,<br />
<strong>The</strong> curling clouds with skirts <strong>of</strong> fringe; —<br />
This eye had ne’er beheld one charm,<br />
Or felt the glow <strong>of</strong> nature warm;<br />
Nor had she seen one dropping shower<br />
Bring back to life the fainting flower;<br />
Or the tall woods their aeches spread<br />
In Gothic cloister head;<br />
While the pale moon, with lamp-like beam.<br />
In tremors lent her silvery stream;<br />
“Yon drops <strong>of</strong> flame that stud the sky”<br />
Had seem’d plain stars to my poor eye,<br />
Until these orbs, with glory bound,<br />
By thee were call’d fair worlds around!<br />
No; source <strong>of</strong> pleasure! ‘twas thy soul<br />
That brought me to conceive the whole.<br />
<strong>The</strong> wish to please new thoughts inspir’d,<br />
And I grew learn d where thou admir’d;<br />
To be companion meet I strove,<br />
With all the self-taught lore <strong>of</strong> love,<br />
Lov’d Nature as she ought to be;<br />
For loving her, was loving thee!<br />
But should’st thou leave this vacant heart,<br />
And should we, should we ever part,<br />
E’en Nature’s self would grow less dear,<br />
And I still shed the fretful tear.<br />
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TO A LADY,<br />
WHO FREQUENTLY WITHDREW FROM COMPANY.