Poems by Amelia Opie
Love Elegy, to Laura
... Yet vain the hope: "Fond maid, thy love suppress," ...
To a Maniac
... When I could o'er thy grief have mourned, ...
Sonnet On The Approach Of Autumn
... ... But now, alas! comes Autumn's chilling breeze, ...
Stanzas to Cynthio
... " But when his hand had dried the glistening prize, ...
Song. To A Russian Air
... Though till life's closing sigh lamenting ...
To Lothario
... No….still these eyes can fix on thine, ...
"Yes, thou art changed since first we met"
... .... For there thy well-tried love I see, ...
Songs Written to Welsh Airs
... Those beauties that charmed me, from death I would free, ...
The Warrior's Return
... "'Perchance my young arm, by the cause nerved with strength, ...
To Henry, Written to a Russian Air
... See, she gives the laurels sought ...
The Lucayan's Song
... …. Some Spaniard shuts thee from my view ...
Song. "I am wearing away"
... Call the flush of my cheek the pure crimson of health ...
Song. "You ask why these mountains"
... Those beauties that charmed me, from death I would free, ...
The Mad Wanderer
... And once, while o'er the hills she ranged, ...
Love Elegy, to Henry
... For thee Love's star midst cloudless skies will shine, ...
