1783 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Anna Seward

Helen Maria Williams, in An Ode on the Peace (1783) 7.



And lo! o'er hapless ANDRE'S tomb
Mild victim of his soft despair!
Whose soul in Life's exulting bloom
Deem'd not the Life deserv'd a care,
O'er the cold earth his relicks prest
Lo! BRITAIN'S drooping Legions rest;
For him the blades they sternly grasp, appear
Dim'd with a rising sigh, and sullied with a tear.

While SEWARD sweeps her plaintive strings,
While pensive round his sable shrine
A radiant zone she graceful flings,
Where full emblaz'd his virtues shine,
The mournful Loves that tremble nigh
Shall catch her warm melodious sigh,
And drink the precious thrilling drops that flow
From Pity's hov'ring soul, that pants dissolv'd in woe.