Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

Poems of Amelia Opie

41. To Lothario 1/3/2003
42. While many a fond and blooming maid 4/21/2010
43. Yes, Mary Ann 1/3/2003
44. Yes, thou art changed since first we met 4/21/2010
45. You ask why these mountains 4/21/2010

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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