English poem
On Having Read Some of His Compositions on a Rainy Evening, in August, 1789
by Anna Seward
Late on a sullen Summer night Thy intellectual morning hung; I mark’d its dawn with calm delight, Whose vivid, soft, and dewy ray, From the rich orb of Genius sprung, Each adolescent grace among, Gives lovely promise of a golden day.
But, leaving metaphoric lays, Let me, ingenuous Youth, impart, Warm in the glow of honest praise, Fond, local hopes to see thy name Increase the claims to classic art, Philosophy and high desert, That raise thy LICHFIELD to the heights of Fame.
More by Anna Seward
- Of Tamworth
- Of Trinity College, Cambridge
- On a Modern Epic
- On England’s Naval Triumphs in the Present War
- On Her Recovery from Inoculation for the Small Pox, in Her 17Th Year. Written in the Spring
- On Her Singing in Public,--January 1789
- On His Having Presented the Author’s Picture to Her Father, May 1788
- On His Way Back to England, After Having Visited the Italian Cities with Mr Walpole