Poems by Amelia Opie
Ode to Borrowdale
... Whose charms rough rocks in threatening grandeur guard, ...
Song. "Low hung the dark clouds"
... Oh, when shall I see her! when feel my heart bound, ...
Yes, Mary Ann, I Freely Grant
... I wish that heart - to sigh for me ...
On the Approach of Autumn
... . Sweet Evening, these delights to thee belong:&hellip ...
Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign
... And clouds of fate around thee lower:&hellip ...
Song Written to a Hindoo Air
... Sad silence kept, and pined, and died:&hellip ...
The Orphan Boy's Tale
... " I cried, As in her face I look'd and smil'd ...
To Lorenzo
... For on your worth it feeds, and lives upon your fame ...
Ode, Written On The Opening Of The Last Campaign
... And WAR his blood-stain'd throne resign! ...
Julia, or the Convent of St. Claire
... " The door with trembling speed he forced&hellip ...
Song: I once rejoiced, sweet evening gale...
... It waves the grass oer Henrys grave ...
The Moon and the Comet
... …. But still, these sights so oft are seen, ...
Song: A youth for Jane with ardour sighed...
... Im busy now (said he) but, Jane! ...
Remembrance
... . But well the change has proved my truth, ...
Lines Written in 1799.
... Now, though in distant scenes she soon will rove, ...
