Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

Amelia Opie Poems

1. Stanzas To Cynthio 1/3/2003
2. Sonnet On The Approach Of Autumn 4/21/2010
3. To A Maniac 1/3/2003
4. While Many A Fond And Blooming Maid 4/21/2010
5. To Lorenzo 1/3/2003
6. Songs Written To Welsh Airs 1/3/2003
7. The Orphan Boy's Tale 4/21/2010
8. To Lothario 1/3/2003
9. To Henry 1/3/2003
10. The Origin Of The Sail 1/3/2003
11. Yes, Mary Ann 1/3/2003
12. Song. Yes ....Though We'Ve Loved So Long 4/21/2010
13. Song. To A Russian Air 4/21/2010
14. Song. While Many A Fond 4/21/2010
15. The Mad Wanderer 1/3/2003
16. To Henry, Written To A Russian Air 1/3/2003
17. Song. Where Dost Thou Bide 4/21/2010
18. To Anna 1/3/2003
19. Yes, Thou Art Changed Since First We Met 4/21/2010
20. Lines Written At Norwich On The First News Of Peace 4/21/2010
21. To Laura 1/3/2003
22. Lines On The Opening Of A Spring Campaign 1/3/2003
23. The Moon And The Comet 1/3/2003
24. You Ask Why These Mountains 4/21/2010
25. Song Written To A Hindoo Air 1/3/2003
26. The Lucayan's Song 1/3/2003
27. The Warrior's Return 1/3/2003
28. Ode On The Present Times, 27th January 1795 4/21/2010
29. Song: Yes, Mary Ann, I Freely Grant 12/31/2002
30. Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Paris, 4/21/2010
31. Song. Low Hung The Dark Clouds 4/21/2010
32. Song. 4/21/2010
33. On The Place De La Concorde 1/3/2003
34. Julia, Or The Convent Of St. Claire 1/3/2003
35. Ode, Written On The Opening Of The Last Campaign 4/21/2010
36. Ode To Borrowdale 12/31/2002
37. On The Approach Of Autumn 1/3/2003
38. Ballad 1/3/2003
39. Lines Written In 1799. 12/31/2002
40. Love Elegy, To Henry 1/3/2003

Comments about Amelia Opie

  • Jesus Diaz Llorico (10/31/2015 9:44:00 AM)

    One of my few poetess that I admire.
    The classical style format just shows
    that preparation is needed when writing
    a poem. Her secret love surely ranks as
    one of the best poems ever written.

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Best Poem of Amelia Opie

Secret Love

Not one kind look....one friendly word!
Wilt thou in chilling silence sit;
Nor through the social hour afford
One cheering smile, or beam of wit?

Yet still, absorbed in studious care,
Neglect to waste one look on me;
For then my happy eyes may dare
To gaze and dwell unchecked on thee.

And still in silence sit, nor deign
One gentle precious word to say;
For silent I may then remain,
Nor let my voice my soul betray.

This faltering voice, these conscious eyes,
My throbbing heart too plainly speak:
There timid hopeless passion lies,
And bids...

Read the full of Secret Love

To Henry

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.

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