Anna Seward Poems
|1.||Lines Written After Reading Southey's||10/4/2010|
|3.||Louisa: A Poetical Novel. First Epsitle.||10/4/2010|
|4.||Louisa: A Poetical Novel. Fourth Epsitle.||10/4/2010|
|5.||Louisa: A Poetical Novel. Second Epsitle.||10/4/2010|
|11.||To Time Past||10/4/2010|
|12.||Verses On Wrexham,||10/4/2010|
|13.||Written In The Blank Page Of The Sorrows Of Werther||10/4/2010|
|15.||Sonnet I: When Life's Realities The Soul Perceives||10/4/2010|
|16.||Sonnet: To the Poppy ["While summer roses all their glory yield"]||2/5/2016|
|20.||Louisa: A Poetical Novel. Third Epsitle.||10/4/2010|
Comments about Anna Seward
For one short week I leave, with anxious heart,
Source of my filial cares, the Full of Days,
Lur'd by the promise of Harmonic Art
To breathe her Handel's soul-exalting lays.
Pensive I trace the Derwent's amber wave,
Foaming through umbrag'd banks, or view it lave
The soft, romantic vallies, high o'er-peer'd
By hills and rocks, in savage grandeur rear'd.
Not two short miles from thee, can I refrain
Thy haunts, my native EYAM, long unseen?-
Thou and thy lov'd inhabitants, again
Shall meet my transient gaze.-Thy rocky screen,
Thy airy cliffs I mount; and seek ...
Behold that tree in autumn's dim decay,
Stripped by the frequent chill and eddying wind;
Where yet some yellow lonely leaves we find
Lingering and trembling on the naked spray,
Twenty, perchance, for millions whirled away!
Emblem--alas too just!--of human kind:
Vain man expects longevity, designed
For few indeed; and their protracted day--