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THE FAREWELL TO AFFECTION.
1 GO, soft Sensation, once so dear,
2 So long the much-lov'd ruler here;
3 Go, go, and leave this bosom free,
4 And take thy many a pang with thee;
5 Thy fears, that die of dreaded ill;
6 Thy softer griefs that slowly kill;
7 Thy anguish for another's woe;
8 Thy mingling tears, that silent flow;
9 Thy sighs, that linger oft on air,
10 And melt the softest zephyr there;
11 Thy little jealousies, that prove
12 Thy pride of heart, but most thy love;
13 That tenderness of soul, which knows
14 An endless world of fancied woes;
15 A thousand slights, a thousand pains,
16 That pierce at once the bleeding veins;
17 The feelings quick, that faint and start,
18 And haste their tremour to the heart;
19 With all the nameless fears that mourn
20 A love bestow'd without return!
21 Go, go; Indifference shall be mine,
22 That owns another soul than thine;
23 A cool composure gilds her day,
24 And smoothly wafts her hour away;
25 No fancied ills her joys molest,
26 In peaceful shade her feelings rest:
[Page 47]27 There her own poppy breathes around,
28 There blooms the rose that cannot wound.
29 No thorn that sheds the dewy tear,
30 Or plant of feeling wanders near;
31 Or blossom with her purple vein,
32 Or little fibre knowing pain;
33 For there soft Slumber chose her bower,
34 And woo'd her soporific flower,
35 Which gently lulls the power of sleep,
36 Or cools the eye of those that weep;
37 O'er all the senses sheds a charm,
38 And locks the mind from dread of harm:
39 Be thou my guest, Indifference fair,
40 Of blooming cheek, and tranquil air;
41 Of mien unalter'd, look the same,
42 Careless alike of praise or blame; —
43 Thou who no change of season knows,
44 No sudden gust of wintry woes,
45 No blast that rends the bosom's flower,
46 No cloud that streams in endless shower.
47 Thy blissful poppy still retains
48 The balsam-juice in all her veins;
49 In all her veins the essence flows
50 That bends the eyelids to their close;
51 And though her fringed head should droop,
52 As if from grief she'd caught the stoop,
53 Still into Morpheus' cup she'll pour
54 The drop of many a precious shower.
55 Yet stay, Affection; e'er we part,
56 For thou hast long liv'd in my heart,
[Page 48]57 Let me relate how oft I've found
58 In thy soft voice the softest sound,
59 As if sweet Harmony drew near
60 And pour'd her soul into my ear.
61 Persuasion came, with tuneful chords,
62 And drew a tone from weakest words;
63 E'en weakest words her notes can prove,
64 When wrapt in music sweetly move
65 In concert with her smile or sigh,
66 Or the full language of her eye;
67 That silent pathos who can bear,
68 Or speak the thoughts that tremble there!
69 'Twas then Illusion's ready hand
70 Now glaz'd the waters, deck'd the land;
71 Around the scene enchantment threw,
72 And turn'd to pearl the simple dew;
73 Touch'd every flower with magic charm,
74 And kept the bosom sweetly warm.
75 The eye o'er all Elysium roll'd —
76 'Twas streams of silver, rocks of gold —
77 And walks of happiness were seen
78 'Mong vocal bowers, and valleys green.
79 But, sweet deceiver! now 'tis o'er,
80 I look through thy soft eye no more;
81 No more, since sure thy pains were given
82 To draw us from a fancied heaven,
83 To tell us that all bliss below
84 Is ting'd with many a shade of woe.
85 And who can say, enchanting power!
86 How long shall last his brightest hour?
[Page 49]87 Thy coldness, like a vapour, streams,
88 And damps our joy's enlivening beams,
89 When once we give the generous heart,
90 Fore-doom'd to feel, to bear, and smart,
91 Yet find thy lovely form decay,
92 Thy best of features wear away,
93 Thy fondness drop by slow degrees,
94 Thy very life-blood coldly freeze,
95 Thy sweet attentions, one by one —
96 We know not why — yet see withdrawn;
97 The heart retires within her cave,
98 And, bleeding, asks an early grave!
99 Then go, Affection! I have found
100 Thou both canst give and heal the wound;
101 But waste not one more shaft on me,
102 Maybe I've no more charms for thee;
103 Round this bent form no graces twine
104 Their cheerful wreath for hearts like thine,
105 Restore mine once again to me,
106 And I am quit, and thou art free!
Source edition
Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh: John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII., 1842, pp. 46-49. (Page images digitized from a copy in the Bodleian Library [42.256].)
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Other works by Susanna Blamire
- 'TWAS WHEN THE SUN SLID DOWN YON HILL. ()
- ADDRESS TO HEALTH. — 1784. ()
- ADDRESS TO MISS J. GALE ON HER MARRIAGE WITH THE REV. F. GRAHAM, RECTOR OF ARTHURET. ()
- THE ADIEU AND RECALL TO LOVE. ()
- AE NIGHT IN DARK DECEMBER. ()
- AGAIN MAUN ABSENCE CHILL MY SOUL. ()
- THE AULD CARLE WAD TAK ME FAIN. ()
- AULD ROBIN FORBES. ()
- BARLEY BROTH. ()
- BEHOLD, MY AMANDA. ()
- THE BOWER OF ELEGANCE. ADDRESSED TO A VERY ACCOMPLISHED WOMAN. ()
- BRIDE-CAKE. ()
- A CALL TO HOPE. 22D MAY, 1792. ()
- A CAUTION TO MISS B. ()
- THE CHELSEA PENSIONERS. ()
- COME, MORTALS, ENLIVEN THE HOUR. ()
- THE CUMBERLAND SCOLD. ()
- A CURE FOR LOVE. ()
- DEAR NANCY. ()
- THE DESCENT OF PITY. 20TH NOVEMBER, 1781. ()
- EDWIN AND ALICIA. A TALE. ()
- AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF MRS DACRE. ()
- EPISTLE TO HER FRIENDS AT GARTMORE. ()
- AN EPISTLE TO MISS ISABELLA GRAHAM OF GARTMORE. ()
- FOR THE CARLISLE HUNT. November, 1788 ()
- HAD MY DADDIE LEFT ME GEAR ENOUGH. ()
- HOPE. ()
- I AM OF A TEMPER FIXED AS A DECREE. ()
- I'LL HAE A NEW COATIE. ()
- I'M TIBBY FOWLER O' THE GLEN. ()
- I'VE GOTTEN A ROCK, I'VE GOTTEN A REEL. ()
- IN THAT EYE WHERE EXPRESSION. ()
- IN THE DREAM OF THE MOMENT. ()
- IN THE SEARCH OF GOOD HUMOUR. ()
- THE INVITATION. TO TWO SISTERS. ()
- LETTERS OF THE LOVERS. ()
- THE LILY OF THE VALLEY, CHOSEN THE EMBLEM OF INNOCENCE. ()
- THE LILY'S TRIUMPH OVER THE ROSE. ()
- THE LOSS OF THE ROEBUCK. ()
- MAY NOT THE LOVE OF PRAISE BE AN INCENTIVE TO VIRTUE? ()
- THE MEETING. ()
- MOONLIGHT. ()
- THE NABOB. ()
- NAY, NAY, CENSOR TIME. ()
- NOW SANDY MAUN AWA. ()
- THE NUN'S RETURN TO THE WORLD, BY THE DECREE OF THE NATIONAL ASSEMBLY OF FRANCE, FEBRUARY, 1790. ()
- O BID ME NOT TO WANDER. Written when earnestly entreated to go to the South of France for the recovery of her health. ()
- O DINNA THINK, MY BONNIE LASS. ()
- O DONALD! YE ARE JUST THE MAN. ()
- O JENNY DEAR, I'VE COURTED LANG. ()
- O JENNY DEAR, THE WORD IS GANE. ()
- O JENNY DEAR. ()
- O THERE IS NOT A SHARPER DART. ()
- O WHERE IS THE SPLENDOUR. ()
- O WHY SHOULD MORTALS SUFFER CARE. ()
- OLD HARRY'S RETURN. ()
- ON COLLINS'S ODE ON THE PASSIONS, AS RECITED BY MRS ESTEN ()
- ON IMAGINED HAPPINESS IN HUMBLE STATIONS. ()
- ON THE DANGEROUS ILLNESS OF MY FRIEND MRS L. 13TH MAY, 1788. ()
- ON THE MARRIAGE OF MISS JOHANNA GALE WITH THE REV. P. GRAHAM, RECTOR OF ARTHURET. 18TH FEBRUARY, 1792. ()
- A PETITION TO APRIL. WRITTEN DURING SICKNESS, 1793. ()
- PITY'S DESCENT TO EARTH, AND ADVICE TO FRIENDSHIP. ()
- THE RECALL TO AFFECTION. ()
- THE SILLER CROUN. ()
- THE SOLDIER'S RETURN. ()
- SPRING. APRIL, 1786. ()
- STOKLEWATH; OR, THE CUMBRIAN VILLAGE. ()
- THOUGH BACCHUS MAY BOAST. ()
- TO A LADY WHO WENT INTO THE COUNTRY IN APRIL. ()
- TO A LADY, WHO FREQUENTLY WITHDREW FROM COMPANY. ()
- TO THE FLOWER LOVE-IN-IDLENESS, AND A PETITION TO THE FAIRIES TO BRING INDIFFERENCE. ()
- TO-MORROW. WRITTEN DURING SICKNESS. ()
- THE TOILING DAY HIS TASK HAS DUIN. ()
- THE WAEFU' HEART. ()
- WE'VE HED SEC A DURDUM. ()
- WEY, NED, MAN! ()
- WHAT AILS THIS HEART O' MINE! ()
- WHEN HOME WE RETURN. ()
- WHEN NIGHT'S DARK MANTLE. ()
- WHEN SEVEREST FOES IMPENDING. ()
- WHEN THE SOFT TEAR STEALS SILENTLY. ()
- WHEN THE SUNBEAMS OF JOY. ()
- WRITTEN IN A CHURCHYARD, ON SEEING A NUMBER OF CATTLE GRAZING IN IT. ()
- WRITTEN ON A GLOOMY DAY, IN SICKNESS. THACKWOOD, 4TH JUNE, 1786. ()