Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард) (1747–1809)
English Romantic poet

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• Song
• Sonnet 1. When Life's realities the Soul perceives
• Sonnet 2. The Future, and its gifts, alone we prize
• Sonnet 3. From these wild heights, where oft the mists descend
• Sonnet 4. And now the youthful, gay, capricious Spring
• Sonnet 5. Ah, thankless! canst thou envy him who gains
• Sonnet 6. In this chill morning of a wintry Spring
• Sonnet 7. By Derwent's rapid stream as oft I stray'd
• Sonnet 8. Short is the time the oldest Being lives
• Sonnet 9. Seek not, my Lesbia, the sequester'd dale
• Sonnet 10. Honora, shou'd that cruel time arrive
• Sonnet 11. How sweet to rove, from summer sun-beams veil'd
• Sonnet 12. Chill'd by unkind Honora's alter'd eye
• Sonnet 13. Thou child of Night, and Silence, balmy Sleep
• Sonnet 14. Ingratitude, how deadly is thy smart
• Sonnet 15. The evening shines in May's luxuriant pride
• Sonnet 16. Apollo, at his crowded altars, tir'd
• Sonnet 17. Ah! why have I indulg'd my dazzled sight
• Sonnet 18. Ceas'd is the rain; but heavy drops yet fall
• Sonnet 19. Farewell, false Friend!—our scenes of kindness close!
• Sonnet 20. Ah! might I range each hallow'd bower and glade
• Sonnet 21. Proud of our lyric Galaxy, I hear
• Sonnet 22. You, whose dull spirits feel not the fine glow
• Sonnet 23. Do I not tell thee surly Winter's flown
• Sonnet 24. Behold the Day an image of the Year!
• Sonnet 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!
• Sonnet 26. O partial Memory! Years, that fled too fast
• Sonnet 27. See wither'd Winter, bending low his head
• Sonnet 28. O, Genius! does thy Sun-resembling beam
• Sonnet 29. If Genius has its danger, grief and pain
• Sonnet 30. That song again!—its sounds my bosom thrill
• Sonnet 31. O, EVER DEAR! thy precious, vital powers
• Sonnet 32. Behold him now his genuine colours wear
• Sonnet 33. Last night her Form the hours of slumber bless'd
• Sonnet 34. When Death, or adverse Fortune's ruthless gale
• Sonnet 35. In April's gilded morn when south winds blow
• Sonnet 36. Now on hills, rocks, and streams, and vales, and plains
• Sonnet 37. Thro' changing Months a well-attemper'd Mind
• Sonnet 38. If he whose bosom with no transport swells
• Sonnet 39. When mourn the dark Winds o'er the lonely plain
• Sonnet 40. I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light
• Sonnet 41. Since dark December shrouds the transient day
• Sonnet 42. Lo! the Year's final Day!—Nature performs
• Sonnet 43. My memory, long accustom'd to receive
• Sonnet 44. Rapt Contemplation, bring thy waking dreams
• Sonnet 45. From Possibility's dim chaos sprung
• Sonnet 46. Dark as the silent stream beneath the night
• Sonnet 47. With lyre Orphean, see a Bard explore
• Sonnet 48. Now young-ey'd Spring, on gentle breezes borne
• Sonnet 49. While with false pride, and narrow jealousy
• Sonnet 50. In every breast Affection fires, there dwells
• Sonnet 51. Hope comes to Youth, gliding thro' azure skies
• Sonnet 52. Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene
• Sonnet 53. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past
• Sonnet 54. Guard thou, my Son, the Helpless and the Poor
• Sonnet 55. Loud blew the North thro' April's pallid days
• Sonnet 56. What bashful wildness in those crystal eyes
• Sonnet 57. In the chill silence of the winter eve
• Sonnet 58. Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes
• Sonnet 59. Lady, each soft effusion of thy mind
• Sonnet 60. Why view'st thou, Edwy, with disdainful mien
• Sonnet 61. Disciple of the bright Aonian Maid
• Sonnet 62. Dim grows the vital flame in his dear breast
• Sonnet 63. Thy Genius, Colebrooke, faithless to his charge
• Sonnet 64. Prais'd be the Poet, who the Sonnet's claim
• Sonnet 65. Marcellus, since the ardors of my strain
• Sonnet 66. Nobly to scorn thy gilded veil to wear
• Sonnet 67. Cou'd aweful Johnson want poetic ear
• Sonnet 68. Well it becomes thee, Britain, to avow
• Sonnet 69. Time, and thy charms, thou fanciest will redeem
• Sonnet 70. Yes, thou shalt smile again!—Time always heals
• Sonnet 71. While Summer Roses all their glory yield
• Sonnet 72. Ah, hapless June! circles yon lunar Sphere
• Sonnet 73. He who a tender long-lov'd Wife survives
• Sonnet 74. In sultry noon when youthful Milton lay
• Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
• Sonnet 76. Lo! modern Critics emulously dare
• Sonnet 77. O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright
• Sonnet 78. Sophia tempts me to her social walls
• Sonnet 79. While unsuspecting trust in all that wears
• Sonnet 80. As lightens the brown Hill to vivid green
• Sonnet 81. My Angel Sister, tho' thy lovely form
• Sonnet 82. From a riv'd Tree, that stands beside the grave
• Sonnet 83. Here, from laborious Art, proud Towns, ye rose!
• Sonnet 84. While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn gilds
• Sonnet 85. March, tho' the Hours of promise with bright ray
• Sonnet 86. Pride of Ierne's Sea-encircled bound
• Sonnet 87. Round Cleon's brow the Delphic laurels twine
• Sonnet 88. Up this bleak Hill, in wintry Night's dread hour
• Sonnet 89. Yon late but gleaming Moon, in hoary light
• Sonnet 90. My hour is not yet come!—these burning eyes
• Sonnet 91. On the fleet streams, the Sun, that late arose
• Sonnet 92. Behold that Tree, in Autumn's dim decay
• Sonnet 93. Yon soft Star, peering o'er the sable cloud
• Sonnet 94. All is not right with him, who ill sustains
• Sonnet 95. On the damp margin of the sea-beat shore
• Sonnet 96. The breathing freshness of the shining Morn
• Sonnet 97. Thou silent Door of our eternal sleep
• Sonnet 98. Since my griev'd mind some energy regains
• Sonnet 99. Remorseless Winter! in thy iron reign
• Sonnet 100. Lyre of the Sonnet, that full many a time

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