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To Henry

Think not, while fairer nymphs

Thy feet, dear youth, to Pleasure's bowers,

My faded form shall meet thy sight,

And cloud my Henry's smiling hours.

Thou art the world's delighted guest,

And all that pride desires is thine;

Then I'll not wound thy generous breast,

By numbering o'er the woes of mine.

I will not say how well, how

This faithful heart has sighed for thee;

But leave thee happier nymphs among,

Content if thou contented be.

But,

Henry, should Misfortune's

Bid all thy youth's fond triumphs fly,

The crimson from thy lip command,

And force the lustre from thine eye,….

Then, thoughtless of my own distress,

I'll haste thy comforter to prove;

And Henry shall my friendship bless,

Although, alas! he scorns my love.

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Amelia Opie

Amelia Opie, née Alderson (12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853), was an English author who published numerous novels in the Romantic period up to…
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