Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 37. Thro' changing Months a well-attemper'd Mind

 AUTUMN.

Thro' changing Months a well-attemper'd Mind
    Welcomes their gentle or terrific pace.—
    When o'er retreating Autumn's golden grace
    Tempestuous Winter spreads in every wind
Naked asperity, our musings find
    Grandeur increasing, as the Glooms efface
    Variety and glow.—Each solemn trace
    Exalts the thoughts, from sensual joys refin'd.
Then blended in our rapt ideas rise
    The vanish'd charms, that summer-suns reveal,
    With all of desolation, that now lies
Dreary before us;—teach the Soul to feel
    Awe in the Present, pleasure in the Past,
    And to see vernal Morns in Hope's perspective cast.

1. Sonnet 30. That song again!—its sounds my bosom thrill
2. Sonnet 28. O, Genius! does thy Sun-resembling beam
3. Sonnet 52. Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene
4. Sonnet 7. By Derwent's rapid stream as oft I stray'd
5. Sonnet 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!

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