Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 34. When Death, or adverse Fortune's ruthless gale

When Death, or adverse Fortune's ruthless gale,
    Tears our best hopes away, the wounded Heart
    Exhausted, leans on all that can impart
    The charm of Sympathy; her mutual wail
How soothing! never can her warm tears fail
    To balm our bleeding grief's severest smart;
    Nor wholly vain feign'd Pity's solemn art,
    Tho' we should penetrate her sable veil.
Concern, e'en known to be assum'd, our pains
    Respecting, kinder welcome far acquires
    Than cold Neglect, or Mirth that Grief profanes.
Thus each faint Glow-worm of the Night conspires,
    Gleaming along the moss'd and darken'd lanes,
    To cheer the Gloom with her unreal fires.

1. Sonnet 33. Last night her Form the hours of slumber bless'd
2. Sonnet 5. Ah, thankless! canst thou envy him who gains
3. Sonnet 45. From Possibility's dim chaos sprung
4. Sonnet 99. Remorseless Winter! in thy iron reign
5. Sonnet 53. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past

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