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Sonnet XLIII The Unhappy Exile

The unhappy exile, whom his fates confine              To the bleak coast of some unfriendly isle,              Cold, barren, desart, where no harvests smile,           But thirst and hunger on the rocks repine;           When, from some promontory's fearful brow,              Sun after sun he hopeless sees decline           In the broad shipless sea—perhaps may know              Such heartless pain, such blank despair as mine;           And, if a flattering cloud appears to show             The fancied semblance of a distant sail,             Then melts away—anew his spirits fail,           While the lost hope but aggravates his woe!           Ah! so for me delusive Fancy toils,           Then, from contrasted truth—my feeble soul recoils.

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Charlotte Smith

Charlotte Turner Smith (4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806) was an English Romantic poet and novelist. She initiated a revival of the English sonnet, …

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