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Born in May 4, 1749 / Died in October 28, 1806 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Charlotte Turner Smith

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Verses III

... at play. SWEET age of bless'd delusion! blooming boys, ...

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Sonnet XLIX. From The Novel Of Celestina

... Supposed to have been written in a church-yard, over ...

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The Peasant Of The Alps

... All that for him--lost wretch--the world possest, ...

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Sonnet XI. To Sleep

... And they, O gentle Sleep! still taste thy charms, ...

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Evening

...   For, like a friend's consoling sighs, ...

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Sonnet LXIX

... Written at the same place, on seeing a Seaman return ...

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Verses IV

... On the Death of the same Lady, written in Sept ...

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Sonnet XXXIII. To The Naiad Of The Arun

... Through woods and wilds: then seek the ocean caves ...

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The First Swallow

... The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, ...

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Song II

... And well that sign, those looks explain, ...

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Sonnet LXXII. To The Morning Star

... and as above Thy brilliance trembles, hails the lights that rise ...

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Sonnet IV. To The Moon

... Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way ...

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The Dead Beggar

... AN ELEGY. Addressed to a Lady, who was affected at seeing the ...

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The Female Exile

... 1792. NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling, ...

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Ode To Despair

... And to that breast mild Patience pleads in vain, ...