Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

Amelia Opie Poems

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

Secret Love

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,
And bids...

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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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