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Sonnet XLIV Pressd by the Moon

Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides,              While the loud equinox its power combines,              The sea no more its swelling surge confines,           But o'er the shrinking land sublimely rides.           The wild blast, rising from the Western cave,              Drives the huge billows from their heaving bed;              Tears from their grassy tombs the village dead,           And breaks the silent sabbath of the grave!           With shells and sea-weed mingled, on the shore              Lo! their bones whiten in the frequent wave;              But vain to them the winds and waters rave;           They hear the warring elements no more:           While I am doom'd—by life's long storm opprest,           To gaze with envy on their gloomy rest.

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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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