Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

Poems of Amelia Opie

41. To Lothario 1/3/2003
42. While many a fond and blooming maid 4/21/2010
43. Yes, Mary Ann 1/3/2003
44. Yes, thou art changed since first we met 4/21/2010
45. You ask why these mountains 4/21/2010

The Lucayan's Song

Hail, lonely shore! hail, desert cave!
To you, o'erjoyed, from men I fly,
And here I'll make my early grave....
For what can misery do but die?

Sad was the hour when, fraught with guile,
Spain's cruel sons our valleys sought;
Unknown to us the Christian's wile,
Unknown the dark deceiver's thought.

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