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Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 2. The Future, and its gifts, alone we prize

The Future, and its gifts, alone we prize,
    Few joys the Present brings, and those alloy'd;
    Th' expected fulness leaves an aching void;
    But Hope stands by, and lifts her sunny eyes
That gild the days to come.—She still relies
    The Phantom Happiness not thus shall glide
    Always from life.—Alas!—yet ill betide
    Austere Experience, when she coldly tries
In distant roses to discern the thorn!
    Ah! is it wise to anticipate our pain?
    Arriv'd, it then is soon enough to mourn.
Nor call the dear Consoler false and vain,
    When yet again, shining through april-tears,
    Those fair enlight'ning eyes beam on advancing Years.

Anna Seward's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 24. Behold the Day an image of the Year!
  2. Sonnet 63. Thy Genius, Colebrooke, faithless to his charge
  3. Sonnet 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!
  4. Sonnet 77. O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright
  5. Sonnet 60. Why view'st thou, Edwy, with disdainful mien

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