Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

Amelia Opie Poems

1. To Lothario 1/3/2003
2. To Henry 1/3/2003
3. Stanzas To Cynthio 1/3/2003
4. Sonnet On The Approach Of Autumn 4/21/2010
5. To A Maniac 1/3/2003
6. While Many A Fond And Blooming Maid 4/21/2010
7. To Lorenzo 1/3/2003
8. Songs Written To Welsh Airs 1/3/2003
9. The Orphan Boy's Tale 4/21/2010
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

Song

I am wearing away like the snow in the sun,
I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone,
How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.

I know he would pity--so kind is his soul,
To him my affliction would agony be;
But never, while I can my feelings control,
The youth whom I love shall know sorrow through me.

Though longing to weep, in his presence I'll smile,
Call the flush of my cheek the pure crimson of health;
His fears for my peace by my song I'll beguile,
Nor venture to gaze on his eyes but by ...

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Song

I am wearing away like the snow in the sun,
I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone,
How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.

I know he would pity--so kind is his soul,
To him my affliction would agony be;
But never, while I can my feelings control,
The youth whom I love shall know sorrow through me.