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 ...
THE trees have now hid at the edge of the hurstThe spot where the ruins decayOf the cottage, where Will ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
GREEN o'er the copses spring's soft hues are spreading,High wave the reeds in the transparent floods,The oak its sear and ...
THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding; and beneath, ...
TO AN OLD TREE. WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands embossEach ...
Go, while the summer suns are bright,Take at large thy wandering flight,Go, and load thy tiny feetWith every rich and ...
Supposed to have been written in the New Forest,in early Spring. AS in the woods, where leathery Lichen weavesIts wint'ry ...
FROM THE FRENCH. I. "AH! say," the fair Louisa cried,"Say where the abode of Love is found?"Pervading nature, I replied,His ...
Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow, The early herald of the infant year,Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow,Beneath ...
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA. Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides. ON this lone island, whose unfruitful breastFeeds ...
Written at Weymouth in winter. THE chill waves whiten in the sharp North-east;Cold, cold the night-blast comes, with sullen sound,And ...
Written at Exmouth, Midsummer, 1795. FALL, dews of Heaven, upon my burning breast,Bathe with cool drops these ever-streaming eyes,Ye gentle ...
WHERE the wild woods and pathless forests frown,The darkling Pilgrim seeks his unknown way,Till on the grass he throws him ...
WHERE the green leaves exclude the summer beam,And softly bend as balmy breezes blow,And where, with liquid lapse, the lucid ...
The gorse is yellow on the heath,The banks with speedwell flowers are gay,The oaks are budding, and, beneath,The hawthorn soon ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
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