Charlotte Smith

(4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806 / London)

Charlotte Smith Poems

41. Sonnet Lxii 4/15/2010
42. Sonnet Lxiii: The Gossamer 1/3/2003
43. Sonnet Lxiv 4/15/2010
44. Sonnet Lxix 4/15/2010
45. Sonnet Lxv. To Dr. Parry Of Bath 4/15/2010
46. Sonnet Lxvi: The Night-Flood Rakes 1/3/2003
47. Sonnet Lxvii: On Passing Over A Dreary Tract 1/3/2003
48. Sonnet Lxviii. 4/15/2010
49. Sonnet Lxx: On Being Cautioned Against Walking On An Headland Overlooking The Sea, Because It Was Frequented By A Lunatic 1/3/2003
50. Sonnet Lxxi. 4/15/2010
51. Sonnet Lxxii. To The Morning Star 4/15/2010
52. Sonnet Lxxiii. To A Querulous Acquaintance 4/15/2010
53. Sonnet Lxxiv. The Winter Night 4/15/2010
54. Sonnet Lxxix. To The Goddess Of Botany 4/15/2010
55. Sonnet Lxxv. 4/15/2010
56. Sonnet Lxxvi. To A Young Man Entering The World 4/15/2010
57. Sonnet Lxxvii. To The Insect Of The Gossamer 4/15/2010
58. Sonnet Lxxviii. Snowdrops 4/15/2010
59. Sonnet Lxxx. To The Invisible Moon 4/15/2010
60. Sonnet Lxxxi. 4/15/2010
61. Sonnet Lxxxii. To The Shade Of Burns 4/15/2010
62. Sonnet Lxxxiii. The Sea View 4/15/2010
63. Sonnet V. To The South Downs 4/15/2010
64. Sonnet Vi. To Hope 4/15/2010
65. Sonnet Vii: Sweet Poet Of The Woods 4/15/2010
66. Sonnet Viii. To Spring 4/15/2010
67. Sonnet X. To Mrs. G 4/15/2010
68. Sonnet Xi. To Sleep 4/15/2010
69. Sonnet Xix. To Mr. Haley, 4/15/2010
70. Sonnet Xl. From The Same. 4/15/2010
71. Sonnet Xli. To Tranquility 4/15/2010
72. Sonnet Xlii: Composed During A Walk 1/3/2003
73. Sonnet Xliii: The Unhappy Exile 1/3/2003
74. Sonnet Xliv: Press'D By The Moon 1/3/2003
75. Sonnet Xlix. From The Novel Of Celestina 4/15/2010
76. Sonnet Xlv. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex 4/15/2010
77. Sonnet Xlvi. 4/15/2010
78. Sonnet Xlvii: To Fancy 1/3/2003
79. Sonnet Xlviii. To Mrs. **** 4/15/2010
80. Sonnet Xv. From Petrarch 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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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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