English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Laura. Энн Хантер.

Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Laura

O Power of fancy, from thy treasur'd store
Of past delights, which smile on earth no more,
Give to my aching heart the hour again,
When first it learnt to beat with sweet impassion'd pain.
All else seems tasteless, vain, and lost to me,
But those dear moments, Petrarch, pass'd with thee,
When from thy eyes the subtle softness stole
Into this throbbing breast, and seiz'd my captive soul.
Return enchanting looks and tender sighs,
Again in fancy's fairy vision rise;
Again methinks our falt'ring tongues declare
A hopeless passion, born and nourish'd in despair.
In sympathy we met; but sullen fate
Mix'd with its sweets the bitter of regret;
We met to love, to suffer, and to part,
And bear thro' tedious life a sad divided heart.

Anne Hunter’s other poems:

1. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste
2. To the Memory of a Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years after His Death
3. Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies
4. Song 5. FAR, far from me my love is fled
5. May Day

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Thomas Campion (Томас Кэмпион) Laura (“ROSE-CHEEK’D Laura, come”)

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