Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

Amelia Opie Poems

1. Sonnet On The Approach Of Autumn 4/21/2010
2. While Many A Fond And Blooming Maid 4/21/2010
3. To A Maniac 1/3/2003
4. To Lorenzo 1/3/2003
5. To Lothario 1/3/2003
6. The Orphan Boy's Tale 4/21/2010
7. To Henry 1/3/2003
8. The Origin Of The Sail 1/3/2003
9. Yes, Mary Ann 1/3/2003
10. Song. To A Russian Air 4/21/2010
11. Song. While Many A Fond 4/21/2010
12. Song. Yes ....Though We'Ve Loved So Long 4/21/2010
13. Stanzas To Cynthio 1/3/2003
14. The Mad Wanderer 1/3/2003
15. Song. Where Dost Thou Bide 4/21/2010
16. To Henry, Written To A Russian Air 1/3/2003
17. To Anna 1/3/2003
18. Songs Written To Welsh Airs 1/3/2003
19. To Laura 1/3/2003
20. Yes, Thou Art Changed Since First We Met 4/21/2010
21. Lines Written At Norwich On The First News Of Peace 4/21/2010
22. The Moon And The Comet 1/3/2003
23. You Ask Why These Mountains 4/21/2010
24. Song Written To A Hindoo Air 1/3/2003
25. The Lucayan's Song 1/3/2003
26. The Warrior's Return 1/3/2003
27. Ode On The Present Times, 27th January 1795 4/21/2010
28. Song: Yes, Mary Ann, I Freely Grant 12/31/2002
29. Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Paris, 4/21/2010
30. Song. Low Hung The Dark Clouds 4/21/2010
31. Lines On The Opening Of A Spring Campaign 1/3/2003
32. Song. 4/21/2010
33. On The Place De La Concorde 1/3/2003
34. Julia, Or The Convent Of St. Claire 1/3/2003
35. Ode, Written On The Opening Of The Last Campaign 4/21/2010
36. Ode To Borrowdale 12/31/2002
37. On The Approach Of Autumn 1/3/2003
38. Ballad 1/3/2003
39. Lines Written In 1799. 12/31/2002
40. Love Elegy, To Henry 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Amelia Opie

Secret Love

Not one kind 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,
And bids...

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The Lucayan's Song

Hail, lonely shore! hail, desert cave!
To you, o'erjoyed, from men I fly,
And here I'll make my early grave....
For what can misery do but die?

Sad was the hour when, fraught with guile,
Spain's cruel sons our valleys sought;
Unknown to us the Christian's wile,
Unknown the dark deceiver's thought.

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