Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 44. Rapt Contemplation, bring thy waking dreams

Rapt Contemplation, bring thy waking dreams
    To this umbrageous vale at noon-tide hour,
    While full of thee seems every bending flower,
    Whose petals tremble o'er the shadow'd streams!
Give thou Honora's image, when her beams,
    Youth, beauty, kindness, shone;—what time she wore
    That smile, of gentle, yet resistless power
    To sooth each painful Passion's wild extremes.
Here shall no empty, vain Intruder chase,
    With idle converse, thy enchantment warm,
    That brings, in all its interest, all its grace,
The dear, persuasive, visionary Form.
    Can real Life a rival blessing boast
    When thou canst thus restore Honora early lost?

1. Sonnet 42. Lo! the Year's final Day!—Nature performs
2. Sonnet 8. Short is the time the oldest Being lives
3. Sonnet 52. Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene
4. Sonnet 31. O, EVER DEAR! thy precious, vital powers
5. Sonnet 85. March, tho' the Hours of promise with bright ray

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