Charlotte Smith

VE, who now deals to human hearts,
Such ill thrown, yet resistless darts,
That hapless mortals can't withstand them,
Was once less cruel and perverse,

ND of the wretched
wherefore should the
Of blank Despair, whence tears have ceased to flow,
Be turn'd from thee

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...

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...

OM
HE
EL OF
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TE from scenes, where the o'erwearied mind Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind,
From hostile menace, and offensive boast,
Peace, and her train of home-born pleasures lost;
To fancy's reign, who would not gladly turn,

Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt,
November 1792
EN in a thousand swarms, the summer o'er,
The birds of passage quit our English shore,

RK gathering clouds involve the threatening skies,
The sea heaves conscious of the impending gloom,
Deep, hollow murmurs from the cliffs arise;
They come--the Spirits of the Tempest come

Parody on Lord Strangford's "Just like Love
"
ST like Hope is yonder bow,
That from the center bends so low,

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

OH
soothing hour, when glowing day,
Low in the western wave declines,
And village murmurs die away,

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...