Treasure Island

Charlotte Smith

(4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806 / London)

Poems of Charlotte Smith

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 Snowdrop 4/15/2010
119. Verses I 4/15/2010
120. Verses II 4/15/2010

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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