Charlotte Smith

(4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806 / London)

Charlotte Smith Poems

1. Sonnet Lxv. To Dr. Parry Of Bath 4/15/2010
2. Sonnet Lxxi. 4/15/2010
3. Sonnet Lxxiii. To A Querulous Acquaintance 4/15/2010
4. Sonnet Lxxv. 4/15/2010
5. Sonnet Li. 4/15/2010
6. Sonnet Lix. 4/15/2010
7. Sonnet Lvi. 4/15/2010
8. Sonnet Lvii. To Dependence 4/15/2010
9. Sonnet Lxi 4/15/2010
10. Sonnet Lxiv 4/15/2010
11. Sonnet Lxix 4/15/2010
12. Sonnet Lxii 4/15/2010
13. Sonnet Lv. 4/15/2010
14. Sonnet L. 4/15/2010
15. Sonnet Lxxvi. To A Young Man Entering The World 4/15/2010
16. Sonnet Lxxii. To The Morning Star 4/15/2010
17. Sonnet Xlvi. 4/15/2010
18. Sonnet Xxxiii. To The Naiad Of The Arun 4/15/2010
19. Sonnet Xviii. To The Earl Of Egremont 4/15/2010
20. Sonnet Lxxx. To The Invisible Moon 4/15/2010
21. Sonnet Lii. 4/15/2010
22. The Peasant Of The Alps 4/15/2010
23. Verses I 4/15/2010
24. Sonnet Xx. To The Countess Od A---- 4/15/2010
25. Sonnet Xlviii. To Mrs. **** 4/15/2010
26. Sonnet Xlv. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex 4/15/2010
27. Sonnet Xxv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
28. The Bee's Winter Retreat 4/15/2010
29. Verses Ii 4/15/2010
30. Sonnet Xxxviii. 4/15/2010
31. Verses Iii 4/15/2010
32. Sonnet Lxviii. 4/15/2010
33. Sonnet Lxxiv. The Winter Night 4/15/2010
34. Sonnet X. To Mrs. G 4/15/2010
35. Sonnet Liv. 4/15/2010
36. Sonnet Liii. 4/15/2010
37. Sonnet Vi. To Hope 4/15/2010
38. Sonnet Xlix. From The Novel Of Celestina 4/15/2010
39. Sonnet Xxxvii. 4/15/2010
40. Verses, On The Death Of The Same Lady 4/15/2010
Best Poem of Charlotte Smith

Sonnet Lxvi: The Night-Flood Rakes

The night-flood rakes upon the stony shore;
Along the rugged cliffs and chalky caves
Mourns the hoarse Ocean, seeming to deplore
All that are buried in his restless waves—
Mined by corrosive tides, the hollow rock
Falls prone, and rushing from its turfy height,
Shakes the broad beach with long-resounding shock,
Loud thundering on the ear of sullen Night;
Above the desolate and stormy deep,
Gleams the wan Moon, by floating mist opprest;
Yet here while youth, and health, and labour sleep,
Alone I wander—Calm untroubled rest,
"Nature's soft nurse," deserts the...

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Sonnet I

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THE partial Muse, has from my earliest hours,
Smil'd on the rugged path I'm doom'd to tread,
And still with sportive hand has snatch'd wild flowers,
To weave fantastic garlands for my head:
But far, far happier is the lot of those

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