Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

Amelia Opie Poems

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

Comments about Amelia Opie

  • Jesus James Llorico Jesus James 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 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...

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The Moon And The Comet

This fact is clear....Both man and woman
Prize not what's good, but what's uncommon ;
And most delighted still they are,
Not with the excellent, but rare,....
I could of this give proofs most stable,
But, par exemple , take a fable.

'T was night....but still a mimic day
Shone softly forth from milky way;

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