Charlotte Smith

(4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806 / London)

Charlotte Smith Poems

121. Verses Ii 4/15/2010
122. Verses Iii 4/15/2010
123. Verses Iv 4/15/2010
124. Verses, On The Death Of The Same Lady 4/15/2010
125. Written Near A Port On A Dark Evening 1/1/2004
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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


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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