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.

EDWIN AND ALICIA.

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.

SONGS IN THE CUMBERLAND DIALECT.

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.

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WHEN SEVEREST FOES IMPENDING.

When severest foes impending
Seem to threaten dangers near,
Unexpected joys attending
Ease your mind and banish care.
Though to fortune's frowns subjected,
And depress'd by anxious care,
Servile souls are soon dejected,—
Noble minds will ne'er despair!

Prithee, friend, why then so serious?
Nought is got by grief or care;
Melancholy grows imperious
When it comes to domineer.
Be it business, love, or sorrow,
That does now distress thy mind,
Bid them call again to-morrow,
We to mirth are now inclin'd.

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WHEN SEVEREST FOES IMPENDING.