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Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)


Sonnet 9. Seek not, my Lesbia, the sequester'd dale


Seek not, my Lesbia, the sequester'd dale,
    Or bear thou to its shades a tranquil heart;
    Since rankles most in solitude the smart
    Of injur'd charms and talents, when they fail
To meet their due regard;—nor e'en prevail
    Where most they wish to please:—Yet, since thy part
    Is large in Life's chief blessings, why desert
    Sullen the world?—Alas! how many wail
Dire loss of the best comforts Heaven can grant!
    While they the bitter tear in secret pour,
    Smote by the death of Friends, Disease, or Want,
Slight wrongs if thy self-valuing soul deplore,
    Thou but resemblest, in thy lonely haunt,
    Narcissus pining on the watry shore.



Anna Seward's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
  2. Sonnet 85. March, tho' the Hours of promise with bright ray
  3. Sonnet 78. Sophia tempts me to her social walls
  4. Sonnet 44. Rapt Contemplation, bring thy waking dreams
  5. Sonnet 1. When Life's realities the Soul perceives


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