Elizabeth Bath
Elizabeth Bath (17 February 1772 – 3 October 1856) was an English poet, author of a collection of sixty-six poems published by subscription in 1806 in Bristol.
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Quotes
[edit]- Forever seeking, never found,
In this wide varied scene;
Sole object of unceasing search,
While in this low terrene.
Yet vain the search, if in the heart
Some lurking passion dwell;
For this will hang with cypress wreath
Retirement's secret cell.
In vain the outward scene is calm,
In vain the world we fly;
If thou, in pure religion's garb,
Thy friendly aid deny.- "Address to Happiness", from Poems, on Various Occasions (1806)
- Why, alas! is life decreed
Full of pain and full of sorrow?
All uncertain as it is,
Can we rest upon to-morrow?
Why should blessings yet in store,
Hold us still in expectation?
Leading thro' succeeding sorrows,
By some fond anticipation:
'Tis to give a tender interest
To the scenes in which we're moving:
While those hopes so often blasted,
Sensual pleasures are reproving.- "An Effusion", from Poems, on Various Occasions (1806)