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Anna Seward (1747–1809)
Anna Seward


The Rating of Anna Seward's Poems

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

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