Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 33. Last night her Form the hours of slumber bless'd

Last night her Form the hours of slumber bless'd
    Whose eyes illumin'd all my youthful years.—
    Spirit of dreams, at thy command appears
    Each airy Shape, that visiting our rest,
Dismays, perplexes, or delights the breast.
    My pensive heart this kind indulgence cheers;
    Bliss, in no waking moment now possess'd,
    Bliss, ask'd of thee with Memory's thrilling tears,
Nightly I cry, how oft, alas! in vain,
    Give, by thy powers, that airy Shapes controul,
    Honora to my visions!—ah! ordain
Her beauteous lip may wear the smile that stole,
    In years long fled, the sting from every pain!
    Show her sweet face, ah show it to my soul!

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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