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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T173070 Manners, Catherine Rebecca, Lady, 1766 or 1767-1852. Poems by Lady Manners. Second edition. London John Bell 1793 pp. [76]-77. 126p.

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Semira . " TRANQUILLITY , celestial maid , " Why hast thou fled my troubled breast ? " Vainly must I implore thine aid , " And only hope in death for rest ? " I once was thy peculiar care , " In infancy , and early youth : " The victim now of blank Despair , " I see thy smiles were void of truth . " Only to sharpen Sorrow's dart , " Deceitful friend , you smil'd on me : " But , since you scorn my proffer'd heart , " That heart no more shall plead to thee . " But I'll invoke thee , gentle Death ! " Thou , certain cure for every pain , " Shalt tell me at my latest breath , " Our sorrows as our joys are vain . " Come , then , kind soother of my woes , " Prepare for me the welcome grave : " On its cold lap I'll find repose , " Which living I can never have . " Thus mourn'd Semira , hapless fair , By Disappointment's stings opprest : The pitying Power receiv'd her prayer , And life forsook her woe-worn breast .