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Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)


Sonnet 96. The breathing freshness of the shining Morn


The breathing freshness of the shining Morn,
    Whose beams glance yellow on the distant fields,
    A sweet, unutterable pleasure yields
    To my dejected sense, that turns with scorn
From the light joys of Dissipation born.
    Sacred Remembrance all my bosom shields
    Against each glittering lance she gaily wields,
    Warring with fond Regrets, that silent mourn
The Heart's dear comforts lost.—But, Nature, thou,
    Thou art resistless still;—and yet I ween
    Thy present balmy gales, and vernal blow,
To Memory owe the magic of their scene;
    For with such fragrant breath, such orient rays,
    Shone the soft mornings of my youthful days.



Anna Seward's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 7. By Derwent's rapid stream as oft I stray'd
  2. Sonnet 1. When Life's realities the Soul perceives
  3. Sonnet 31. O, EVER DEAR! thy precious, vital powers
  4. Sonnet 84. While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn gilds
  5. Sonnet 51. Hope comes to Youth, gliding thro' azure skies


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