Poems by Charlotte Turner Smith
Sonnet XXII. By The Same. To Solitude.
... And, Hark! methinks in that long plaintive strain, ...
from The Emigrants: A Poem
... Beneath the flowering thorn, are stained with blood ...
The Forest Boy
... The bridge on the heath by the flood was wash'd down, ...
from Beachy Head
... The terns, and gulls, and tarrocks, seek their food, ...
Sonnet II
... Each simple flower, which she had nursed in dew, ...
Sonnet LXXVII. To The Insect Of The Gossamer
... Ah! soon at Sorrow's touch the radiant dreams dissolve! ...
Sonnet XXX. To The River Arun
... Banks, which inspired thy Otway's plaintive strain! ...
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes
... Ah come, sweet nymph! in smiles and softness drest, ...
On the Departure of the Nightingale
... s dull ear. Whether on spring thy wandering flights await, ...
Sonnet XXVI. To The River Arun
... Beneath the oak and birch that fringe thy side, ...
Sonnet LVI.
... MRS O'NEILL. IF, by his torturing, savage foes untraced, ...
Sonnet LXVIII.
... To hearts o'erwhelm'd with grief, to eyes suffused with tears ...
Sonnet LXXIV. The Winter Night
... "SLEEP, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care," ...
Love And Folly
... It happened, that the thoughtless child ...
Sonnet XIV. From Petrarch
... Yet though thy charms, thy heavenly charms should fade, ...
