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  • Print publication year: 2009
  • Online publication date: July 2017

21 - Poems known only in manuscript

from Anne Hunter's poetry

Summary

Stay ye fleeting moments stay

Stay ye fleeting moments stay!

Nor wound a heart that breaks in twain

Fly not so swift away,

Have pity on a lover's pain!

And must I never see thee more?

Take then Alas! my last Adieu.

What can now my peace restore

Forbidden even hope, by you.

A song in imitation of Mr A Cowley

Love is a fairy dream I trow

That comes, and goes we know not how

We know not when, we know not where

It melts away in empty air

And leaves, of all its charms behind

A faded image on the mind.

Dear Lesbia, if your thought were true,

The truth can ne'er apply to you;

For you have caught the happy Art

To keep, as well as gain the heart;

Blind passion with the moment fleet,

But Love, for you has found his Eyes!

A song, spring

The spring, with dewy fingers shows

The Daffodil and Pansy blue

The Violet and pale Primrose

To border round her Mantle new

And now the light clouds swiftly sail

And dancing sun beams peep between

While gay the Growth in yonder Vale

Prepare to choose, their rural Queen.

With them, to meeting the blooming May

The shrubs, and flow'rs their sweets combine,

And join to weave a Chaplet gay

With Hawthorn buds, & Eglintine.

The Birds, their softest carols sing

On ev'ry bush & every tree,

Come lovely Daughter of the Spring

And smile on my green Vale, and me.

Song, sweet spring

Sweet spring, thy vi'lets bloom again,

But Ah for some they bloom in vain;

To kill their sweets a thousand sighs

Too faithful Memory supplies,

For now perhaps, it so may be

My love no more remembers me.

The silent secret dropping tear

The anxious wish, the tender fear

The pensive thought of rising care

The doubling hope, which scorns despair:

All these my Soul indures for thee,

And does my love, remember me?

Song written for the Welsh air Nos Galans

Dark and stormy is the Ocean

Thro’ whose waves my voyage lies,

Rocks surrounding, fears confounding

Adverse Winds, and threatening skies,

Say what chance remains to cheer

The sad, disponding Mariner?

Hope thy Pole star pursuing

Spread thy sails and bear away;

One dear blessing, still possess me

See from far a glad'ning ray

That fair light remains to cheer

The shipwreck'd, sinking Mariner.

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The Life and Poems of Anne Hunter
  • Online ISBN: 9781781388464
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