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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IN THAT EYE WHERE EXPRESSION.

In that eye, where expression has sweetly been taught
To paint a strong picture of reason and thought,
Yet touch'd with such softness as leads us to know
It can start into rapture, or melt into woe,
Affection beams forth like the rays of the morn,
And warms the young rose-bud that hope had just born.

Should words e'er be wanting to speak out more clear
What tenderness hints in a trembling tear,
See gentle Persuasion just take up her lyre,
Whose finger, all rhetoric, gives language to wire,—
Till the voice that we love, ever closing the strain,
Shall dwell on the ear till we hear it again.

Then tell me no more that you know not to please,
With looks so engaging, and manners like these!
Thus the lily, all meekness, unconscious of power,
Presumes not to vie with a loftier flower!
Yet the lover of sweetness must own, ere they part,
'Tis the lily alone he could wear in his heart.

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IN THAT EYE WHERE EXPRESSION.