Amelia Alderson was the daughter of James Alderson, a physician, and Amelia Briggs of Norwich, England. She was a cousin of notable judge Edward Hall Alderson, with whom she corresponded throughout her life, and also a cousin of notable artist Henry Perronet Briggs.
Miss Alderson had inherited radical principles and was an ardent admirer of John Horne Tooke. She was close to activists John Philip Kemble, Sarah Siddons, William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecraft.
Marriage and family
In 1798 Alderson married John Opie, the painter. The nine years of her married life before her husband's death were happy, although her husband did not share her love of society. With ... more »
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Amelia Opie Poems
Not one kind look....one friendly word! Wilt thou in chilling silence sit; Nor through the social hour afford One cheering smile, or beam of wit?
How dear to me the twilight hour! It breathes, it speaks of pleasures past; When Laura sought this humble bower, And o'er it courtly splendours cast.
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.
Love Elegy, to Laura
Too heedless friend, why thus augment the flame That glows resistless in my beating breast? Why with thy praises grace his fatal name, Who robs thy Emma's hapless heart of rest?
On Hearing that Constantinople Was Swall...
[A Report, though false, at that time generally believed.] Fallen are thy towers, Byzantium! towers that stood
Lines Written in 1799.
Hail to thy pencil! well its glowing art Has traced those features painted on my heart; Now, though in distant scenes she soon will rove, Still here I behold the friend I love--
Round youthful Henry's restless bed His weeping friends and parents pressed; But she who raised his languid head He loved far more than all the rest.
Love Elegy, to Henry
Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul, Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed; No more I need the bursting sigh control, Nor summon pride my struggling soul to aid.
Ode to Borrowdale
IN CUMBERLAND. Hail , Derwent's beauteous pride! Whose charms rough rocks in threatening grandeur guard,
Ode, Written On The Opening Of The Last ...
Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain, Nor wake so soon thy genial pow'r, For, deeds of death must hail thy reign,
On the Approach of Autumn
Farewell gay Summer! now the changing wind That Autumn brings commands thee to retreat; It fades the roses which thy temples bind, And the green sandals which adorn thy feet.
I am wearing away like the snow in the sun, I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Par...
PROUD Seine, along thy winding tide Fair smiles yon plain expanding wide, And, deckt with art and nature's pride, Seems formed for jocund revelry.
Song. Low hung the dark clouds
LOW hung the dark clouds on Plinlimmon's tall peak, And slowly, yet surely, the winter drew near; When Ellen, sweet Ellen, a tear on her cheek,
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Not one kind look....one friendly word!
Wilt thou in chilling silence sit;
Nor through the social hour afford
One cheering smile, or beam of wit?
Yet still, absorbed in studious care,
Neglect to waste one look on me;
For then my happy eyes may dare
To gaze and dwell unchecked on thee.
And still in silence sit, nor deign
One gentle precious word to say;
For silent I may then remain,
Nor let my voice my soul betray.
This faltering voice, these conscious eyes,
My throbbing heart too plainly speak:
There timid hopeless passion lies,