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Poem by Anna Seward


Sonnet 32. Behold him now his genuine colours wear


   SUBJECT OF THE PRECEDING SONNET CONTINUED.

Behold him now his genuine colours wear,
    That specious False-One, by whose cruel wiles
    I lost thy amity; saw thy dear smiles
    Eclips'd; those smiles, that us'd my heart to cheer,
Wak'd by thy grateful sense of many a year
    When rose thy youth, by Friendship's pleasing toils
    Cultur'd;Чbut DYING!ЧO! for ever fade
    The angry fires.ЧEach thought, that might upbraid
Thy broken faith, which yet my soul deplores,
    Now as eternally is past and gone
    As are the interesting, the happy hours,
Days, years, we shar'd together. They are flown!
    Yet long must I lament thy hapless doom,
    Thy lavish'd life and early-hasten'd tomb.



Anna Seward


Anna Seward's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 71. While Summer Roses all their glory yield
  2. Sonnet 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!
  3. Sonnet 45. From Possibility's dim chaos sprung
  4. Sonnet 15. The evening shines in May's luxuriant pride
  5. Sonnet 87. Round Cleon's brow the Delphic laurels twine


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