Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 55. Loud blew the North thro' April's pallid days

ON THE QUICK TRANSITION FROM WINTER TO SUMMER
               IN THE YEAR 1785.

Loud blew the North thro' April's pallid days,
    Nor grass the field, nor leaves the grove obtains,
    Nor crystal sun-beams, nor the gilded rains,
    That bless the hours of promise, gently raise
Warmth in the blood, without that fiery blaze,
    Which makes it boil along the throbbing veins.—
    Albion, displeas'd, her own lov'd Spring surveys
    Passing, with volant step, o'er russet plains;
Sees her to Summer's fierce embraces speed,
    Pale, and unrobed.—Faithless! thou well may'st hide
    Close in his sultry breast thy recreant head,
That did'st, neglecting thy distinguish'd Isle,
    In Winter's icy arms so long abide,
    While Britain vainly languish'd for thy smile!

1. Sonnet 36. Now on hills, rocks, and streams, and vales, and plains
2. Sonnet 73. He who a tender long-lov'd Wife survives
3. Sonnet 93. Yon soft Star, peering o'er the sable cloud
4. Sonnet 65. Marcellus, since the ardors of my strain
5. Sonnet 56. What bashful wildness in those crystal eyes

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