The poetical works of miss Susanna Blamire, collected by H. Lonsdale, with a preface, memoir, and notes by P. Maxwell

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1842 ...all the changes of the year--Not all the blossoms of the rose--Nor all the sweets that Summer throws, Such joy, such life, the heart can lend, As the return of that dear Friend! MOONLIGHT. "How sweet the moon now sleeps upon yon bank," Cried Nature's first-born1, and delighted saw Her fairy elves play many a wily prank, As she sail'd on majestically slow. Her pale beams tremble o'er the sleeping flower, The tall trees lengthen in the sombre gloom; Her brighter gleams now light the leafy tower, Now show the Gothic arches of the dome. 1 Shakspeare. A wandering cloud will sometimes cross her way, Her head oft bowing lets the stranger pass, While golden stars the canopy enlay, And shadowy forms fly o'er the waving grass. In solemn groves, where silver lamps late hung, The fear-struck traveller sees huge spectres rise; Sees grisly ghosts and stalking phantoms come, As darkness draws the curtain of the skies. In yonder tower the meditative mind May suit the subject to the scene around, Find some memento murmur in the wind, Or print the smallest leaf that strows the ground. BRIDE-CAKE. How shall the muse in chinking rhyme impart The warmth of gratitude that fires my heart, To thee, my friend, who taught the easy way To see my destiny as clear as day! Nor need I now, with trembling steps and slow, To yonder church's porch in terror go; Or hail pale Cynthia in the coming year, When first she's seen, and kindly means to hear Each love petition, when the kneeling maid Cold ashes pours on her fantastic head, And there invokes the goddess to unfold Some scroll of Destiny, by Fates enroll'd, That names the man, whom bounteous they afford, To be her lover, husband, fool, or lord; Nor need the Cake of Silence now be made, And I quite tongue-tied backward go to be...