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 Lxi 4/15/2010
5. Sonnet Lvi. 4/15/2010
6. Sonnet Lvii. To Dependence 4/15/2010
7. Sonnet Li. 4/15/2010
8. Sonnet Lix. 4/15/2010
9. Sonnet Lxxi. 4/15/2010
10. Sonnet Lxxiii. To A Querulous Acquaintance 4/15/2010
11. Sonnet Lxxv. 4/15/2010
12. Sonnet Lxix 4/15/2010
13. Sonnet Xxviii. To Friendship 4/15/2010
14. Sonnet Xxxiii. To The Naiad Of The Arun 4/15/2010
15. Sonnet Xlvi. 4/15/2010
16. Sonnet Lxxvi. To A Young Man Entering The World 4/15/2010
17. Sonnet Lxxii. To The Morning Star 4/15/2010
18. Sonnet Lv. 4/15/2010
19. Sonnet L. 4/15/2010
20. Sonnet Lxii 4/15/2010
21. Sonnet Lxxx. To The Invisible Moon 4/15/2010
22. Sonnet Xviii. To The Earl Of Egremont 4/15/2010
23. Sonnet Xxiv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
24. Sonnet Xxxvi. 4/15/2010
25. The Peasant Of The Alps 4/15/2010
26. Sonnet Lii. 4/15/2010
27. Verses I 4/15/2010
28. Sonnet Xx. To The Countess Od A---- 4/15/2010
29. Sonnet Xlviii. To Mrs. **** 4/15/2010
30. Sonnet Xlv. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex 4/15/2010
31. Sonnet Xxv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
32. The Bee's Winter Retreat 4/15/2010
33. Verses Ii 4/15/2010
34. Sonnet Xxxviii. 4/15/2010
35. Verses Iii 4/15/2010
36. Sonnet Lxviii. 4/15/2010
37. Sonnet X. To Mrs. G 4/15/2010
38. Sonnet Lxxiv. The Winter Night 4/15/2010
39. Sonnet Liv. 4/15/2010
40. Sonnet Liii. 4/15/2010

Comments about Charlotte Smith

  • Peter Bolton (2/25/2014 2:09:00 PM)

    Maybe one was also always writing verse as a child and sneakily submitting some of it to magazines but not many of us were forcibly married at 15. I also love her novels.

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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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