Poems by Charlotte Turner Smith
Sonnet XXXI.
... --Ah, blest the hind--whom no sad thought bereaves ...
Sonnet XLVIII. To Mrs. ****
... While Faith's consoling voice endears the friendly gloom ...
Sonnet VIII. To Spring
... Where the young leaves, unfolding, scarce conceal ...
The Horologe Of The Fields
... Addressed to a Young Lady, on seeing at the House of an ...
Sonnet XVIII. To The Earl Of Egremont
... Thy rich domains, fair fields, and spreading groves ...
Sonnet XIII. From Petrarch
... That faithful heart still burns for thee! ...
April
... More bless'd! to whom the time , fond thought is bringing, ...
Ode To Death
... From British Themis right , implores her aid in vain! ...
Sonnet LXV. To Dr. Parry Of Bath
... some years. IN happier hours, ere yet so keenly blew ...
Hope
... Ye fade, ethereal hues ! for ever, ...
To the Snowdrop
... Ev'n while warm youth its bright illusion lends, ...
Sonnet XXIX. To Miss C----
... WOULD'ST thou then have me tempt the comic scene ...
Sonnet LIV.
... Ah! would 'twere mine in Spring's green lap to find ...
Sonnet LVIII. The Glow-Worm
... --So turn the world's bright joys to cold and blank disgust ...
Occasional Address
... And while the storm howls round, amidst his trouble, ...
