Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

Amelia Opie Poems

41. On Hearing That Constantinople Was Swallowed Up By An Earthquake 1/3/2003
42. Love Elegy, To Laura 1/3/2003
43. Song 12/31/2002
44. Remembrance 1/3/2003
45. Secret Love 1/3/2003

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  • 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...

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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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