Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 10. Honora, shou'd that cruel time arrive

 TO HONORA SNEYD.

Honora, shou'd that cruel time arrive
    When 'gainst my truth thou should'st my errors poize,
    Scorning remembrance of our vanish'd joys;
    When for the love-warm looks, in which I live,
But cold respect must greet me, that shall give
    No tender glance, no kind regretful sighs;
    When thou shalt pass me with averted eyes,
    Feigning thou see'st me not, to sting, and grieve,
And sicken my sad heart, I cou'd not bear
    Such dire eclipse of thy soul-cheering rays;
    I cou'd not learn my struggling heart to tear
From thy lov'd form, that thro' my memory strays;
    Nor in the pale horizon of Despair
    Endure the wintry and the darken'd days.

1. Sonnet 58. Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes
2. Sonnet 53. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past
3. Sonnet 11. How sweet to rove, from summer sun-beams veil'd
4. Sonnet 45. From Possibility's dim chaos sprung
5. Sonnet 52. Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene

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