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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 69. Time, and thy charms, thou fanciest will redeem
  2. Sonnet 13. Thou child of Night, and Silence, balmy Sleep
  3. Sonnet 42. Lo! the Year's final Day!—Nature performs
  4. Sonnet 8. Short is the time the oldest Being lives
  5. Sonnet 52. Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene


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