Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 14. Ingratitude, how deadly is thy smart

Ingratitude, how deadly is thy smart
    Proceeding from the Form we fondly love!
    How light, compared, all other sorrows prove!
    Thou shed'st a Night of Woe, from whence depart
The gentle beams of Patience, that the heart
    'Mid lesser ills, illume.—Thy Victims rove
    Unquiet as the Ghost that haunts the Grove
    Where Murder spilt the life-blood.—O! thy dart
Kills more than Life,—e'en all that makes Life dear;
    Till we “the sensible of pain” wou'd change
    For Phrenzy, that defies the bitter tear;
Or wish, in kindred callousness, to range
    Where moon-ey'd Idiocy, with fallen lip,
    Drags the loose knee, and intermitting step.

1. Sonnet 58. Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes
2. Sonnet 52. Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene
3. Sonnet 69. Time, and thy charms, thou fanciest will redeem
4. Sonnet 71. While Summer Roses all their glory yield
5. Sonnet 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!

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