Charlotte Smith

(4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806 / London)

Charlotte Smith Poems

1. To the Fire-Fly of Jamaica, Seen in a Collection 8/12/2015
2. from The Emigrants: A Poem 2/5/2016
3. Sonnet Lxv. To Dr. Parry Of Bath 4/15/2010
4. Sonnet Lxiv 4/15/2010
5. Sonnet Lxix 4/15/2010
6. Sonnet Lxxi. 4/15/2010
7. Sonnet Lxxiii. To A Querulous Acquaintance 4/15/2010
8. Sonnet Lxxv. 4/15/2010
9. Sonnet Li. 4/15/2010
10. Sonnet Lix. 4/15/2010
11. Sonnet Lvi. 4/15/2010
12. Sonnet Lxi 4/15/2010
13. Sonnet Xxviii. To Friendship 4/15/2010
14. Sonnet Xlvi. 4/15/2010
15. Sonnet Lxii 4/15/2010
16. Sonnet Lv. 4/15/2010
17. Sonnet L. 4/15/2010
18. Sonnet Lxxvi. To A Young Man Entering The World 4/15/2010
19. Sonnet Xviii. To The Earl Of Egremont 4/15/2010
20. Sonnet Xxiv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
21. Sonnet Xxxvi. 4/15/2010
22. Sonnet Lii. 4/15/2010
23. Sonnet Xx. To The Countess Od A---- 4/15/2010
24. Verses I 4/15/2010
25. Sonnet Xlv. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex 4/15/2010
26. Sonnet Xxv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
27. The Bee's Winter Retreat 4/15/2010
28. Verses Ii 4/15/2010
29. Sonnet Xxxviii. 4/15/2010
30. Verses Iii 4/15/2010
31. Sonnet Lxviii. 4/15/2010
32. Sonnet Lxxiv. The Winter Night 4/15/2010
33. Sonnet X. To Mrs. G 4/15/2010
34. Sonnet Liv. 4/15/2010
35. Sonnet Liii. 4/15/2010
36. Sonnet Xlix. From The Novel Of Celestina 4/15/2010
37. Sonnet Xxiii. By The Same. To The North Star. 4/15/2010
38. Sonnet Xxxvii. 4/15/2010
39. Verses, On The Death Of The Same Lady 4/15/2010
40. To The Snowdrop 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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The Emigrants: Book Ii

Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.

Long wintry months are past; the Moon that now
Lights her pale crescent even at noon, has made
Four times her revolution; since with step,
Mournful and slow, along the wave-worn cliff,
Pensive I took my solitary way,
Lost in despondence, while contemplating

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