Charlotte Smith

(4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806 / London)

Charlotte Smith Poems

81. Sonnet Xviii. To The Earl Of Egremont 4/15/2010
82. Sonnet Xx. To The Countess Od A---- 4/15/2010
83. Sonnet Xxi. Supposed To Written By Werter 4/15/2010
84. Sonnet Xxii. By The Same. To Solitude. 4/15/2010
85. Sonnet Xxiii. By The Same. To The North Star. 4/15/2010
86. Sonnet Xxiv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
87. Sonnet Xxix. To Miss C---- 4/15/2010
88. Sonnet Xxv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
89. Sonnet Xxvi. To The River Arun 4/15/2010
90. Sonnet Xxvii. 4/15/2010
91. Sonnet Xxviii. To Friendship 4/15/2010
92. Sonnet Xxx. To The River Arun 4/15/2010
93. Sonnet Xxxi. 4/15/2010
94. Sonnet Xxxii. To Melancholy 4/15/2010
95. Sonnet Xxxiii. To The Naiad Of The Arun 4/15/2010
96. Sonnet Xxxiv: Charm'D By Thy Suffrage 1/3/2003
97. Sonnet Xxxix. To Night. From The Same. 4/15/2010
98. Sonnet Xxxv. To Fortitude 4/15/2010
99. Sonnet Xxxvi. 4/15/2010
100. Sonnet Xxxvii. 4/15/2010
101. Sonnet Xxxviii. 4/15/2010
102. Studies By The Sea 4/15/2010
103. The Bee's Winter Retreat 4/15/2010
104. The Dead Beggar 4/15/2010
105. The Emigrants: Book I 1/3/2003
106. The Emigrants: Book Ii 1/3/2003
107. The Female Exile 4/15/2010
108. The First Swallow 4/15/2010
109. The Forest Boy 4/15/2010
110. The Horologe Of The Fields 4/15/2010
111. The Lark’s Nest 4/15/2010
112. The Moon 4/15/2010
113. The Origin Of Flattery 4/15/2010
114. The Peasant Of The Alps 4/15/2010
115. The Swallow 4/15/2010
116. The Truant Dove, From Pilpay 4/15/2010
117. Thirty-Eight 4/15/2010
118. To the Fire-Fly of Jamaica, Seen in a Collection 8/12/2015
119. To The Snowdrop 4/15/2010
120. Verses I 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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A Walk In The Shrubbery

To the Cistus or Rock Rose, a beautiful plant, whose flowers
expand, and fall off twice in twenty-four hours.
THE Florists, who have fondly watch'd,
Some curious bulb from hour to hour,
And, to ideal charms attach'd,
Derive their glory from a flower;
Or they, who lose in crouded rooms,
Spring's tepid suns and balmy air,
And value Flora's fairest blooms,

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