The Emigrants: Book I (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA. WHERE cliffs arise by winter crown'd,And through dark groves of pine around,Down the deep chasms ...
TO AN OLD TREE. WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands embossEach ...
FROM THE FRENCH OF CARDINAL BERNIS. I. FRUIT of Aurora's tears, fair rose,On whose soft leaves fond zephyrs play,Oh! queen ...
Thee, Queen of Shadows! — shall I still invoke, Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,When on mine ...
O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze, The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread;Waving in every sighing air that stirs, ...
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA. FAREWELL, ye lawns!--by fond remembrance blest,As witnesses of gay unclouded hours;Where, to maternal friendships' bosom ...
NYMPH of the rock! whose dauntless spirit bravesThe beating storm, and bitter winds that howlRound thy cold breast; and hear'st ...
WHEN on some balmy-breathing night of SpringThe happy child, to whom the world is new,Pursues the evening moth, of mealy ...
IN this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit,How seldom art thou found--Tranquillity!Unless 'tis when with mild and downcast eyeBy the low ...
AH! hills beloved!--where once, a happy child,Your beechen shades, 'your turf, your flowers among,'I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,And ...
FROM THE NOVEL OF EMMELINE. WHEN welcome slumber sets my spirit free,Forth to fictitious happiness it flies,And where Elysian bowers ...
HE may be envied, who with tranquil breastCan wander in the wild and woodland scene,When summer's glowing hands have newly ...
O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze, The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread; Waving in every sighing air that stirs, ...
Thee, Queen of Shadows! -- shall I still invoke, Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew, When on mine ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
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