The poetical works of Susanna Blamire "The Muse of Cumberland." ::

The poetical works of Susanna Blamire "The Muse of Cumberland."

Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale; With a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell

Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

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STOKLEWATH;

THE LILY OF THE VALLEY,

THE INVITATION.

THE FAREWELL TO AFFECTION.

THE RECALL TO AFFECTION.

TO A LADY, WHO FREQUENTLY WITHDREW FROM COMPANY.

THE LILY'S TRIUMPH OVER THE ROSE.

MAY NOT THE LOVE OF PRAISE BE AN INCENTIVE TO VIRTUE?

THE BOWER OF ELEGANCE.

THE ADIEU AND RECALL TO LOVE.

TO-MORROW.

ADDRESS TO HEALTH

THE NUN'S RETURN TO THE WORLD,

ON IMAGINED HAPPINESS

WRITTEN ON A GLOOMY DAY, IN SICKNESS.

PITY'S DESCENT TO EARTH,

ON THE DANGEROUS ILLNESS OF MY FRIEND MRS L.

TO THE FLOWER LOVE-IN-IDLENESS,

ON COLLINS'S ODE ON THE PASSIONS, AS RECITED BY MRS ESTEN.

LETTERS OF THE LOVERS.

II.

III.

ADDRESS TO MISS J. GALE

A PETITION TO APRIL.

AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF MRS DACRE.

HOPE.

EPISTLE TO HER FRIENDS AT GARTMORE.

THE DESCENT OF PITY.

A CALL TO HOPE.

WRITTEN IN A CHURCHYARD,

AN EPISTLE

A CAUTION TO MISS B.

SONGS.

THE CHELSEA PENSIONERS.

NAY, NAY, CENSOR TIME.

THOUGH BACCHUS MAY BOAST.

IN THE DREAM OF THE MOMENT.

WHEN THE SUNBEAMS OF JOY.

FOR THE CARLISLE HUNT.

IN THAT EYE WHERE EXPRESSION.

IN THE SEARCH OF GOOD HUMOUR.

COME, MORTALS, ENLIVEN THE HOUR.

WHEN THE SOFT TEAR STEALS SILENTLY.

O WHERE IS THE SPLENDOUR.

O BID ME NOT TO WANDER.

WHAT AILS THIS HEART O' MINE?

I'VE GOTTEN A ROCK, I'VE GOTTEN A REEL.

WHEN HOME WE RETURN.

O WHY SHOULD MORTALS SUFFER CARE.

SONGS IN THE CUMBERLAND DIALECT.

THE TOILING DAY HIS TASK HAS DUIN.

WEY, NED, MAN!

THE CUMBERLAND SCOLD.

BARLEY BROTH.

THE MEETING.

WE'VE HED SEC A DURDUM.

AULD ROBIN FORBES.

MISCELLANEOUS SONGS.

THE SOLDIER'S RETURN.

AGAIN MAUN ABSENCE CHILL MY SOUL.

ON THE MARRIAGE OF MISS JOHANNA GALE

'TWAS WHEN THE SUN SLID DOWN YON HILL.

THE AULD CARLE WAD TAK ME FAIN.

I'M TIBBY FOWLER O' THE GLEN.

AE NIGHT IN DARK DECEMBER.

HAD MY DADDIE LEFT ME GEAR ENOUGH.

O JENNY DEAR.

DEAR NANCY.

O JENNY DEAR, THE WORD IS GANE.

O JENNY DEAR, I'VE COURTED LANG.

BEHOLD, MY AMANDA.

O THERE IS NOT A SHARPER DART.

I AM OF A TEMPER FIXED AS A DECREE.

WHEN SEVEREST FOES IMPENDING.

I'LL HAE A NEW COATIE.

O DINNA THINK, MY BONNIE LASS.

NOW SANDY MAUN AWA.

THE LOSS OF THE ROEBUCK.

A CURE FOR LOVE.

WHEN NIGHT'S DARK MANTLE.

O DONALD! YE ARE JUST THE MAN.

APPENDIX.

THE CARRIER PIGEON.

THE SAILOR LAD'S RETURN.

THE VILLAGE CLUB.

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THE LILY'S TRIUMPH OVER THE ROSE.

The Rose, I own, has many a charm
To win the partial eye;
Her sweets remain to glad the sense
E'en when her colours fly:
Just so good humour charms the heart,
After a face once fair
Parts with its bloom, and withering time
Has planted wrinkles there.
But should I ask from beauty's store
A tint to gain the heart,
It should not be the blooming tinge
Which looks so like to art.
No; spread along the downy cheek
The tender Lily fair,
And soon the eye shall teach the heart
To find an interest there.
The bending form, the drooping head,
Shall dwell upon the mind,
And ever round the feelings strong
Some soft affection wind.
So Flora, once in pensive mood,
Pronounc'd the fix'd decree,
When passing many a flaunting flower,
She dropped a tear o'er thee;
“Others,” said she, “may charm the eye,
And fancied joys impart;
But thou shalt learn the secret way
That wins into the heart.

Within thy bell this pearl shall rest,
Which seems a lucid tear,
The only gem that Pity loves
To tremble in her ear.
Then let Health make the blooming Rose
The favourite of her bower;—
The eye may woo the flow'ret gay,
The heart shall own thy power.

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THE LILY'S TRIUMPH OVER THE ROSE.