Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 39. When mourn the dark Winds o'er the lonely plain

 WINTER EVENING.

When mourn the dark Winds o'er the lonely plain,
    And from pale noon sinks, ere the fifth cold hour,
    The transient light, Imagination's power,
    With Knowledge, and with Science in her train,
Not unpropitious Hyems' icy reign
    Perceives; since in the deep and silent lour
    High themes the rapt concent'ring Thoughts explore,
    Freed from external Pleasure's glittering chain.
Then most the understanding's culture pays
    Luxuriant harvest, nor shall Folly bring
    Her aids obtrusive.—Then, with ardent gaze,
The Ingenious to their rich resources spring,
    While sullen Winter's dull imprisoning days
    Hang on the vacant mind with flagging wing.

1. Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
2. Sonnet 85. March, tho' the Hours of promise with bright ray
3. Sonnet 78. Sophia tempts me to her social walls
4. Sonnet 1. When Life's realities the Soul perceives
5. Sonnet 20. Ah! might I range each hallow'd bower and glade

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