O THERE IS NOT A SHARPER DART. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. 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 p. 242.

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O THERE IS NOT A SHARPER DART . O THERE is not a sharper dart Can pierce the mourner's suffering heart , Than when the friend we love and trust Tramples that friendship into dust , — Forgets the sacred , honour'd claim , And proves it but an empty name ! I almost as a sister lov'd thee , And thought that nothing could have mov'd thee ! But , like the dewdrops on a spray That shrinks before the morning ray , — Like the frail sunshine on the stream , Thy friendship faded as a dream . When sickness and when sorrow tried me , Thy aid — thy friendship was denied me ; Thy love was but a summer flower , And could not stand the wintry shower : More for thyself than me I grieve Thou could'st thus cruelly deceive .