Charlotte Smith

(4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806 / London)

Charlotte Smith Poems

81. Sonnet Xvii. From The Thirteenth Cantata Of Metastasio 4/15/2010
82. Sonnet Xviii. To The Earl Of Egremont 4/15/2010
83. Sonnet Xx. To The Countess Od A---- 4/15/2010
84. Sonnet Xxi. Supposed To Written By Werter 4/15/2010
85. Sonnet Xxii. By The Same. To Solitude. 4/15/2010
86. Sonnet Xxiii. By The Same. To The North Star. 4/15/2010
87. Sonnet Xxiv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
88. Sonnet Xxix. To Miss C---- 4/15/2010
89. Sonnet Xxv. By The Same. 4/15/2010
90. Sonnet Xxvi. To The River Arun 4/15/2010
91. Sonnet Xxvii. 4/15/2010
92. Sonnet Xxviii. To Friendship 4/15/2010
93. Sonnet Xxx. To The River Arun 4/15/2010
94. Sonnet Xxxi. 4/15/2010
95. Sonnet Xxxii. To Melancholy 4/15/2010
96. Sonnet Xxxiii. To The Naiad Of The Arun 4/15/2010
97. Sonnet Xxxiv: Charm'D By Thy Suffrage 1/3/2003
98. Sonnet Xxxix. To Night. From The Same. 4/15/2010
99. Sonnet Xxxv. To Fortitude 4/15/2010
100. Sonnet Xxxvi. 4/15/2010
101. Sonnet Xxxvii. 4/15/2010
102. Sonnet Xxxviii. 4/15/2010
103. Studies By The Sea 4/15/2010
104. The Bee's Winter Retreat 4/15/2010
105. The Dead Beggar 4/15/2010
106. The Emigrants: Book I 1/3/2003
107. The Emigrants: Book Ii 1/3/2003
108. The Female Exile 4/15/2010
109. The First Swallow 4/15/2010
110. The Forest Boy 4/15/2010
111. The Horologe Of The Fields 4/15/2010
112. The Lark’s Nest 4/15/2010
113. The Moon 4/15/2010
114. The Origin Of Flattery 4/15/2010
115. The Peasant Of The Alps 4/15/2010
116. The Swallow 4/15/2010
117. The Truant Dove, From Pilpay 4/15/2010
118. Thirty-Eight 4/15/2010
119. To the Fire-Fly of Jamaica, Seen in a Collection 8/12/2015
120. To The Snowdrop 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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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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