Charlotte Smith

AGAIN the wood and long-withdrawing vale
In many a tint of tender green are drest,
Where the young leaves, unfolding, scarce conceal
Beneath their early shade, the half-form'd nest…

ME, balmy Sleep! tired nature's soft resort!
On these sad temples all thy poppies shed;
And bid gay dreams, from Morpheus' airy court,
Float in light vision round my aching head!

Swift fleet the billowy clouds along the sky,
Earth seems to shudder at the storm aghast;
While only beings as forlorn as I,
Court the chill horrors of the howling blast.…

OM
HE
EL OF
NE.

THE trees have now hid at the edge of the hurst
The spot where the ruins decay
Of the cottage, where Will of the Woodland was nursed,
And lived so beloved, till the moment accursed…

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;

ST is yon shepherd, on the turf reclined,
Who on the varied clouds which float
Lies idly gazing--while his vacant
Pours out some tale antique of rural love!

THE fairest flowers are gone! for tempests fell,
And with wild wing swept some unblown away,
While on the upland lawn or rocky dell
More faded in the day-star's ardent ray;…

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

PRESSED 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.…

Sweet poet of the woods—-a long adieu!
Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year!
Ah! 'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew,
And pour thy music on the 'night's dull ear,'…

FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.FAREWELL, ye lawns!--by fond remembrance blest,
As witnesses of gay unclouded hours;
Where, to maternal friendships' bosom prest,
My happy childhood past among your bowers.…

Written at the close of Spring.
HE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,
Each simple flower, which she had nursed in dew,
Anemonies, that spangled every grove

AN
GY.
Addressed to a Lady, who was affected at seeing
Funeral of a nameless Pauper, buried at the ex-pense of the Parish, in the Church-Yard at Bright-helmstone, in November 1792.

On receiving some elegant lines from him.FOR me the Muse a simple band design'd
Of 'idle' flowers that bloom the woods among,
Which, with the cypress and the willow join'd,
A garland form'd as artless as my song.…

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!"Oh! may such terrors mark the approaching

OH, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes.
How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn?
For me wilt thou renew the wither'd rose,
And clear my painful path of pointed thorn?…

OM
HE
CH OF
AL

Sweet poet of the woods—-a long adieu!
Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year!
Ah! 'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew,
And pour thy music on the 'night's dull ear,' Whether on spring thy wandering flights await

OH! place me where the burning moon
Forbids the wither'd flower to blow;
Or place me in the frigid zone,
On mountains of eternal snow:…

Written at the close of Spring.THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,
Each simple flower, which she had nursed in dew,
Anemonies, that spangled every grove,
The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue.…

ED TO
RS.
H------Y.
IN early youth's unclouded scene

Is there a solitary wretch who hies To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,
And, measuring, views with wild and hollow eyes Its distance from the waves that chide below;
Who, as the sea-born gale with frequent sighs Chills his…

Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow,
The early herald of the infant year,
Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow,
Beneath the orchard boughs thy buds appear.While still the cold north-east ungenial lours,…