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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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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