Charlotte Smith

(4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806 / London)

Charlotte Smith Poems

1. from The Emigrants: A Poem 2/5/2016
2. To the Fire-Fly of Jamaica, Seen in a Collection 8/12/2015
3. Sonnet Lxv. To Dr. Parry Of Bath 4/15/2010
4. Sonnet Lxxi. 4/15/2010
5. Sonnet Lxxiii. To A Querulous Acquaintance 4/15/2010
6. Sonnet Lix. 4/15/2010
7. Sonnet Li. 4/15/2010
8. Sonnet Lxiv 4/15/2010
9. Sonnet Xxviii. To Friendship 4/15/2010
10. Sonnet Xlvi. 4/15/2010
11. Sonnet Lv. 4/15/2010
12. Sonnet L. 4/15/2010
13. Sonnet Lxxx. To The Invisible Moon 4/15/2010
14. Sonnet Xviii. To The Earl Of Egremont 4/15/2010
15. Sonnet Xxiv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
16. Sonnet Xxxvi. 4/15/2010
17. Sonnet Lii. 4/15/2010
18. Sonnet Xxv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
19. Sonnet Xlv. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex 4/15/2010
20. Sonnet Xxxviii. 4/15/2010
21. Verses Iii 4/15/2010
22. Sonnet Lxviii. 4/15/2010
23. Sonnet Lxxiv. The Winter Night 4/15/2010
24. Sonnet X. To Mrs. G 4/15/2010
25. Sonnet Liv. 4/15/2010
26. Sonnet Liii. 4/15/2010
27. Sonnet Vi. To Hope 4/15/2010
28. Sonnet Xxiii. By The Same. To The North Star. 4/15/2010
29. Sonnet Xxxvii. 4/15/2010
30. Verses, On The Death Of The Same Lady 4/15/2010
31. To The Snowdrop 4/15/2010
32. Sonnet Lxxv. 4/15/2010
33. Sonnet Lxix 4/15/2010
34. Sonnet Lxi 4/15/2010
35. Sonnet Lvi. 4/15/2010
36. Sonnet Lvii. To Dependence 4/15/2010
37. Sonnet Lx. To An Amiable Girl 4/15/2010
38. Studies By The Sea 4/15/2010
39. Sonnet Xxxiii. To The Naiad Of The Arun 4/15/2010
40. Sonnet Lxii 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...

Read the full of Sonnet Lxvi: The Night-Flood Rakes

A Descriptive Ode

Supposed to have been written under the Ruins of
Rufus's Castle, among the remains of the ancient
Church on the Isle of Portland.
CHAOTIC pile of barren stone,
That Nature's hurrying hand has thrown,
Half finish'd, from the troubled waves;
On whose rude brow the rifted tower
Has frown'd, through many a stormy hour,
On this drear site of tempest-beaten graves.

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