Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 28. O, Genius! does thy Sun-resembling beam

O, Genius! does thy Sun-resembling beam
    To the internal eyes of Man display
    In clearer prospect, the momentous way
    That leads to peace? Do they not rather seem
Dazzled by lustres in continual stream,
    Till night they find in such excessive day?
    Art thou not prone, with too intense a ray,
    To gild the hope improbable, the dream
Of fancied good?—or bid the sigh upbraid
    Imaginary evils, and involve
    All real sorrow in a darker shade?
To fond credulity, to rash resolve
    Dost thou not prompt, till reason's sacred aid
    And fair discretion in thy fires dissolve?

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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