Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

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  • Jesus James Llorico Jesus James Llorico (10/31/2015 9:44:00 AM)

    One of my few poetess that I admire.
    The classical style format just shows
    that preparation is needed when writing
    a poem. Her secret love surely ranks as
    one of the best poems ever written.

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To Henry

Think not, while fairer nymphs invite
Thy feet, dear youth, to Pleasure's bowers,
My faded form shall meet thy sight,
And cloud my Henry's smiling hours.

Thou art the world's delighted guest,
And all that pride desires is thine;
Then I'll not wound thy generous breast,
By numbering o'er the woes of mine.

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