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Poem by Anna Seward


Sonnet 48. Now young-ey'd Spring, on gentle breezes borne


Now young-ey'd Spring, on gentle breezes borne,
    'Mid the deep woodlands, hills, and vales, and bowers,
    Unfolds her leaves, her blossoms, and her flowers,
    Pouring their soft luxuriance on the morn.
O! how unlike the wither'd, wan, forlorn,
    And limping Winter, that o'er russet moors,
    Grey ridgy fields, and ice-incrusted shores,
    Strays!—and commands his rising Winds to mourn.
Protracted Life, thou art ordain'd to wear
    A form like his; and, shou'd thy gifts be mine,
    I tremble lest a kindred influence drear
Steal on my mind;—but pious Hope benign,
    The Soul's bright day-spring, shall avert the fear,
    And gild Existence in her dim decline.



Anna Seward


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 20. Ah! might I range each hallow'd bower and glade
  5. Sonnet 90. My hour is not yet come!—these burning eyes


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