English poem
Sonnet LXVI.
by Anna Seward
Nobly to scorn thy gilded veil to wear, Soft Simulation!—wisely to abstain From fostering Envy's asps;—to dash the bane Far from our hearts, which Hate, with frown severe, Extends for those who wrong us;—to revere With soul, or grateful, or resign'd, the train Of mercies, and of trials, is to gain A quiet Conscience, best of blessings here!— Calm Conscience is a land-encircled bay, On whose smooth surface Tempests never blow; Which shall the reflex of our life display Unstain'd by crime, tho' gloom'd with transient woe; While the bright hopes of Heaven's eternal day Upon the fair and silent waters glow.
More by Anna Seward
- Sonnet LXIII. To Colebrooke Dale.
- Sonnet LXIV. To Mr. Henry Cary, On The Publication Of His Sonnets.
- Sonnet LXIX. To A Young Lady, Purposing To Marry A Man Of Immoral Character In The Hope Of His Reformation.
- Sonnet LXV. To The Same.
- SONNET LXVII.
- Sonnet LXVIII. On The Posthumous Fame Of Doctor Johnson.
- Sonnet LXX. To A Young Lady In Affliction, Who Fancied She Should Never More Be Happy.
- Sonnet LXXI. To The Poppy.