
Charlotte Smith
Sonnet LXIII The Gossamer
O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze, The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread;
Waving in every sighing air that stirs, As Fairy fingers had entwined the thread:
A thousand trembling orbs of lucid dew Spangle the texture of the fai...
Fragment
Descriptive of the miseries of War; from a Poemcalled "The Emigrants," printed in 1793
TO a wild mountain, whose bare summit
Its broken eminence in clouds; whose steeps Are dark with woods: where the receding
Are worn with...
The First Swallow
The gorse is yellow on the heath,
The banks with speedwell flowers are gay,
The oaks are budding, and, beneath,
The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath,
Sonnet III To a Nightingale
Poor melancholy bird—-that all night long Tell'st to the Moon, thy tale of tender woe;
From what sad cause can such sweet sorrow flow,
And whence this mournful melody of song
Thy poet's musing fancy would translate What mean the sou...
Sonnet XI To Sleep
ME, balmy Sleep
tired nature's soft resort
On these sad temples all thy poppies shed;
And bid gay dreams, from Morpheus' airy court,
The Emigrants Book I
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town
Brighthelmstone in Sussex
Time, a Morning in November, 1792
Slow in the Wintry Morn, the struggling
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Sonnet XLII Composed During a Walk
The dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees, Seem o'er the ruins of the year to mourn;
And, cold and hollow, the inconstant breeze Sobs thro' the falling leaves and wither'd fern
O'er the tall brow of yonder chalky bourn,
The eveni...
Sonnet IV To The Moon
EN of the silver bow
--by thy pale beam,
Alone and pensive,
I delight to stray,
April
EN o'er the copses spring's soft hues are spreading,
High wave the reeds in the transparent floods,
The oak its sear and sallow foliage shedding,
From their moss'd cradles start its infant buds
Huge Vapours Brood above the Clifted Shore
Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore, Night o'er the ocean settles, dark and mute, Save where is heard the repercussive roar Of drowsy billows, on the rugged foot Of rocks remote; or still more distant tone Of seamen, in the anchored bark, t...
Inscription
On a Stone, in the Church-Yard at Boreham,
Essex; raised by the Honourable Elizabeth Olmius,to the memory of Ann Gardner, who died at
Hall, after a faithful Service of Forty Years
TE'ER of praise, and of regret attend The grateful s...