Amelia Opie Poems
|41.||Lines Written At Norwich On The First News Of Peace||4/21/2010|
|42.||Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Paris,||4/21/2010|
|43.||Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign||1/3/2003|
|44.||Julia, or the Convent of St. Claire||1/3/2003|
Think not, while fairer nymphs invite
Thy feet, dear youth, to Pleasure's bowers,
My faded form shall meet thy sight,
And cloud my Henry's smiling hours.
Thou art the world's delighted guest,
And all that pride desires is thine;
Then I'll not wound thy generous breast,
By numbering o'er the woes of mine.