Amelia Opie

Cease,
Laura, cease, suspect no
This careless heart has learnt to love,
Because on yonder lonely shoreI still at pensive evening rove;

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

How I hail this morn's appearing
It will thee, my love, restore:
Safety danger past endearing,    Sure we meet to part no more
Fame is thine, lo

Spring
thy impatient bloom restrain
Nor wake so soon thy genial power;
For deeds of death must hail thy reign,

What means that wild and joyful cry
Why do yon crowds in mean attire Throw thus their ragged arms on high
In want what can such joy inspire
And why on every face I meet Now beams a smile, now drops a tear

As o'er the sands the youthful Cynthio strayed,
Moist from the wave he saw a pebble shine,
While, with its borrowed lustre charmed, he said"Henceforth this sparkling treasure shall be mine
"But when his hand had dried the ...

[Originally called the Place de Louis Seize,—next the Place de
Revolution, where the perpetual guillotine stood
]Proud Seine, along thy winding
Fair smiles yon plain expanding wide,

LE many a fond and blooming maid Attempts thy heart to gain;
And, by thy fatal smile betrayed, Thinks not she strives in vain:
While in those eyes of tender blue They answering passion see,
And in thy sweet expression view The charm...

LE many a fond and blooming maid Attempts thy heart to gain;
And, by thy fatal smile betrayed, Thinks not she strives in vain:
While in those eyes of tender blue They answering passion see,
And in thy sweet expression view The charm...

Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul,
Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed;
No more I need the bursting sigh control,
Nor summon pride my struggling soul to aid

"Sweet maid
on whom my wishes rest,
My morning thought, my midnight dream,
O grant Lysander's fond request,

This fact is clear…
Both man and
Prize not what's good, but what's uncommon ;
And most delighted still they are,