Charlotte Smith

(4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806 / London)

Charlotte Smith Poems

81. Sonnet Ix. 4/15/2010
82. Sonnet Viii. To Spring 4/15/2010
83. Elegy 4/15/2010
84. The Forest Boy 4/15/2010
85. Hope 4/15/2010
86. Apostrophe 4/15/2010
87. April 4/15/2010
88. The Moon 4/15/2010
89. Flora 4/15/2010
90. Sonnet Lxxvii. To The Insect Of The Gossamer 4/15/2010
91. A Walk In The Shrubbery 4/15/2010
92. The Swallow 4/15/2010
93. Sonnet Xxxv. To Fortitude 4/15/2010
94. Saint Monica 4/15/2010
95. Inscription 4/15/2010
96. Ode To Despair 4/15/2010
97. Sonnet Xv. From Petrarch 4/15/2010
98. Sonnet Lxxxiii. The Sea View 4/15/2010
99. Sonnet Xi. To Sleep 4/15/2010
100. Sonnet Xxxiv: Charm'D By Thy Suffrage 1/3/2003
101. Sonnet Xxxii. To Melancholy 4/15/2010
102. Ode To The Poppy 4/15/2010
103. Sonnet Ii 4/15/2010
104. Sonnet Xxii. By The Same. To Solitude. 4/15/2010
105. Huge Vapours Brood Above The Clifted Shore 1/3/2003
106. Sonnet Xlvii: To Fancy 1/3/2003
107. Sonnet Lxvii: On Passing Over A Dreary Tract 1/3/2003
108. Sonnet Iv. To The Moon 4/15/2010
109. Sonnet I 1/1/2004
110. Sonnet Lxiii: The Gossamer 1/3/2003
111. Sonnet Xlii: Composed During A Walk 1/3/2003
112. Sonnet Xliii: The Unhappy Exile 1/3/2003
113. Love And Folly 4/15/2010
114. The Dead Beggar 4/15/2010
115. On The Aphorism 4/15/2010
116. Ode To Death 4/15/2010
117. The Emigrants: Book Ii 1/3/2003
118. The Emigrants: Book I 1/3/2003
119. Sonnet Xliv: Press'D By The Moon 1/3/2003
120. Evening 4/15/2010

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  • 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.

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 Xlvii: To Fancy

Thee, Queen of Shadows! -- shall I still invoke,
Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,
When on mine eyes the early radiance broke
Which shew'd the beauteous rather than the true!
Alas! long since those glowing tints are dead,
And now 'tis thine in darkest hues to dress
The spot where pale Experience hangs her head
O'er the sad grave of murder'd Happiness!
Thro' thy false medium, then, no longer view'd,

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