Amelia Opie

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though we've loved so long, so well,
Imperious duty bids us part;
But though thy breast with anguish swell

SongYes, Mary Ann, I freely grant,
The charms of Henry's eyes I see;
But while I gaze, I something want,
I want those eyes -- to gaze on me.And I allow, in Henry's heart…

Yes,
Mary Ann,
I freely grant,
The charms of Henry's eyes I see;

Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain,
Nor wake so soon thy genial pow'r,
For, deeds of death must hail thy reign,
And clouds of fate around thee low'r.

Hail, lonely shore! hail, desert cave!
To you, o'erjoyed, from men I fly,
And here I'll make my early grave….
For what can misery do but die?

Go, distant shores and brighter conquests seek,
But my affection will your scorn survive!
For not from radiant eyes or crimson
My fondness I, or you your power derive;—Nor sprung the passion from your fancied love;

IN
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Hail ,
Derwent's beauteous pride!

Too heedless friend, why thus augment the
That glows resistless in my beating breast?
Why with thy praises grace his fatal name,
Who robs thy Emma's hapless heart of rest?

I am wearing away like the snow in the sun,
I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone,
How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.

EL gay Summer! now the changing
That Autumn brings commands thee to retreat;
It fades the roses which thy temples bind,
And the green sandals which adorn thy feet.

Sir Walter returned from the far Holy Land,
And a blood-tinctured falchion he bore;
But such precious blood as now darkened his sword
Had never distained it before.

This faded lip may oft to
As gay a smile, my Anna, wear,
As when in youth, from sorrow free,
I only shed the transient tear.

Not one kind look….
one friendly word!
Wilt thou in chilling silence sit;
Nor through the social hour

OU ask why these mountains delight me no more,
And why lovely Clwyd's attractions are o'er;
Ah! have you not heard, then, the cause of my pain?
The pride of fair Clwyd, the boast of the plain