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Elegiac sonnets, and other poems

by Charlotte Smith ... The eighth edition
Smith, Charlotte Turner (1749-1806)

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VOL. I.
  
[dedication]
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ELEGIAC SONNETS.
 I. 
SONNET I.
 II. 
SONNET II. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING.
 III. 
SONNET III. TO A NIGHTINGALE.
 IV. 
SONNET IV. TO THE MOON.
 V. 
SONNET V. TO THE SOUTH DOWNS.
 VI. 
SONNET VI. TO HOPE.
 VII. 
SONNET VII. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE.
 VIII. 
SONNET VIII. TO SPRING.
 IX. 
SONNET IX.
 X. 
SONNET X. TO MRS. G.
 XI. 
SONNET XI. TO SLEEP.
 XII. 
SONNET XII. WRITTEN ON THE SEA SHORE.—OCTOBER, 1784.
 XIII. 
SONNET XIII. FROM PETRARCH.
 XIV. 
SONNET XIV. FROM PETRARCH.
 XV. 
SONNET XV. FROM PETRARCH.
 XVI. 
SONNET XVI. FROM PETRARCH.
 XVII. 
SONNET XVII. FROM THE THIRTEENTH CANTATA OF METASTASIO.
 XVIII. 
SONNET XVIII. TO THE EARL OF EGREMONT.
 XIX. 
SONNET XIX. TO MR. HAYLEY, ON RECEIVING SOME ELEGANT LINES FROM HIM.
 XX. 
SONNET XX. TO THE COUNTESS OF A---.
 XXI. 
SONNET XXI. SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY WERTER.
 XXII. 
SONNET XXII. BY THE SAME. TO SOLITUDE.
 XXIII. 
SONNET XXIII. BY THE SAME. TO THE NORTH STAR.
 XXIV. 
SONNET XXIV. BY THE SAME.
 XXV. 
SONNET XXV. BY THE SAME. JUST BEFORE HIS DEATH.
 XXVI. 
SONNET XXVI. TO THE RIVER ARUN.
 XXVII. 
SONNET XXVII.
 XXVIII. 
SONNET XXVIII. TO FRIENDSHIP.
 XXIX. 
SONNET XXIX. TO MISS C--- ON BEING DESIRED TO ATTEMPT WRITING A COMEDY.
 XXX. 
SONNET XXX. TO THE RIVER ARUN.
 XXXI. 
SONNET XXXI. WRITTEN ON FARM WOOD, SOUTH DOWNS, IN MAY 1784.
 XXXII. 
SONNET XXXII. TO MELANCHOLY.
 XXXIII. 
SONNET XXXIII. TO THE NAIAD OF THE ARUN.
 XXXIV. 
SONNET XXXIV. TO A FRIEND.
 XXXV. 
SONNET XXXV. TO FORTITUDE.
 XXXVI. 
SONNET XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
SONNET XXXVII. SENT TO THE HONORABLE MRS. O'NEILL, WITH PAINTED FLOWERS.
 XXXVIII. 
SONNET XXXVIII. FROM THE NOVEL OF EMMELINE.
 XXXIX. 
SONNET XXXIX. TO NIGHT.
 XL. 
SONNET XL. FROM THE SAME.
 XLI. 
SONNET XLI. TO TRANQUILLITY.
 XLII. 
SONNET XLII. COMPOSED DURING A WALK ON THE DOWNS, IN NOVEMBER 1787.
 XLIII. 
SONNET XLIII.
 XLIV. 
SONNET XLIV. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH-YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX.
 XLV. 
SONNET XLV. ON LEAVING A PART OF SUSSEX.
 XLVI. 
SONNET XLVI. WRITTEN AT PENSHURST, IN AUTUMN 1788.
 XLVII. 
SONNET XLVII. TO FANCY.
 XLVIII. 
SONNET XLVIII. TO MRS. ---
 XLIX. 
SONNET XLIX. SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN IN A CHURCH-YARD, OVER THE GRAVE OF A YOUNG WOMAN OF NINETEEN.
 L. 
SONNET L. FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
 LI. 
SONNET LI. SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN IN THE HEBRIDES.
 LII. 
SONNET LII. THE PILGRIM.
 LIII. 
SONNET LIII. THE LAPLANDER.
 LIV. 
SONNET LIV. THE SLEEPING WOODMAN.
 LV. 
SONNET LV. THE RETURN OF THE NIGHTINGALE.
 LVI. 
SONNET LVI. THE CAPTIVE ESCAPED IN THE WILDS OF AMERICA.
 LVII. 
SONNET LVII. TO DEPENDENCE.
 LVIII. 
SONNET LVIII. THE GLOW-WORM.
 LIX. 
SONNET LIX. WRITTEN SEPT. 1791, DURING A REMARKABLE THUNDER STORM, IN WHICH THE MOON WAS PERFECTLY CLEAR, WHILE THE TEMPEST GATHERED IN VARIOUS DIRECTIONS NEAR THE EARTH.
  
ODE TO DESPAIR.
  
ELEGY.
  
SONG.
  
THE ORIGIN OF FLATTERY.
  
THE PEASANT OF THE ALPS.
  
SONG.
  
THIRTY-EIGHT.
  
VERSES
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VOL. II.
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ELEGIAC SONNETS.
 LX. 
SONNET LX. TO AN AMIABLE GIRL.
 LXI. 
SONNET LXI. SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN IN AMERICA.
 LXII. 
SONNET LXII. WRITTEN ON PASSING BY MOON-LIGHT THROUGH A VILLAGE, WHILE THE GROUND WAS COVERED WITH SNOW.
 LXIII. 
SONNET LXIII. THE GOSSAMER.
 LXIV. 
SONNET LXIV. WRITTEN AT BRISTOL IN THE SUMMER OF 1794.
 LXV. 
SONNET LXV. TO DR. PARRY OF BATH, WITH SOME BOTANIC DRAWINGS WHICH HAD BEEN MADE SOME YEARS.
 LXVI. 
SONNET LXVI. WRITTEN IN A TEMPESTUOUS NIGHT, ON THE COAST OF SUSSEX.
 LXVII. 
SONNET LXVII. ON PASSING OVER A DREARY TRACT OF COUNTRY, AND NEAR THE RUINS OF A DESERTED CHAPEL, DURING A TEMPEST.
 LXVIII. 
SONNET LXVIII. WRITTEN AT EXMOUTH, MIDSUMMER, 1795.
 LXIX. 
SONNET LXIX. WRITTEN AT THE SAME PLACE, ON SEEING A SEAMAN RETURN WHO HAD BEEN IMPRISONED AT ROCHFORT.
 LXX. 
SONNET LXX. ON BEING CAUTIONED AGAINST WALKING ON AN HEADLAND OVERLOOKING THE SEA, BECAUSE IT WAS FREQUENTED BY A LUNATIC.
 LXXI. 
SONNET LXXI. WRITTEN AT WEYMOUTH IN WINTER.
 LXXII. 
SONNET LXXII. TO THE MORNING STAR.
 LXXIII. 
SONNET LXXIII. TO A QUERULOUS ACQUAINTANCE.
 LXXIV. 
SONNET LXXIV. THE WINTER NIGHT.
 LXXV. 
SONNET LXXV.
 LXXVI. 
SONNET LXXVI. TO A YOUNG MAN ENTERING THE WORLD.
 LXXVII. 
SONNET LXXVII. TO THE INSECT OF THE GOSSAMER.
 LXXVIII. 
SONNET LXXVIII. SNOWDROPS.
 LXXIX. 
SONNET LXXIX. TO THE GODDESS OF BOTANY.
 LXXX. 
SONNET LXXX. TO THE INVISIBLE MOON.
 LXXXI. 
SONNET LXXXI.
 LXXXII. 
SONNET LXXXII. TO THE SHADE OF BURNS.
 LXXXIII. 
SONNET LXXXIII. THE SEA VIEW.
 LXXXIV. 
SONNET LXXXIV. TO THE MUSE.
 LXXXV. 
SONNET LXXXV.
 LXXXVI. 
SONNET LXXXVI. WRITTEN NEAR A PORT ON A DARK EVENING.
 LXXXVII. 
SONNET LXXXVII. WRITTEN IN OCTOBER.
 LXXXVIII. 
SONNET LXXXVIII. NEPENTHE.
 LXXXIX. 
SONNET LXXXIX. TO THE SUN.
 XC. 
SONNET XC. TO OBLIVION.
 XCI. 
SONNET XCI. REFLECTIONS ON SOME DRAWINGS OF PLANTS.
 XCII. 
SONNET XCII. WRITTEN AT BIGNOR PARK IN SUSSEX, IN AUGUST, 1799.
  
THE DEAD BEGGAR.
  
THE FEMALE EXILE.
  
WRITTEN FOR THE BENEFIT OF A DISTRESSED PLAYER, DETAINED AT BRIGHTHELMSTONE FOR DEBT, NOVEMBER 1792.
  
INSCRIPTION On a Stone, in the Church-Yard at Boreham, in Essex;
  
A DESCRIPTIVE ODE,
  
VERSES
  
SONG.
  
APOSTROPHE TO AN OLD TREE.
  
THE FOREST BOY.
  
ODE TO THE POPPY.
  
WRITTEN BY THE SAME LADY ON SEEING HER TWO SONS AT PLAY.
  
VERSES, ON THE DEATH OF THE SAME LADY,
  
FRAGMENT, DESCRIPTIVE OF THE MISERIES OF WAR;
  
APRIL.
  
ODE TO DEATH.
  
STANZAS
  
TO THE WINDS.
  
TO VESPER.
  
LYDIA.

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SONNET XVI. FROM PETRARCH.

Ye vales and woods! fair scenes of happier hours!
Ye feather'd people, tenants of the grove!
And you, bright stream! befringed with shrubs and flowers,
Behold my grief, ye witnesses of love!
For ye beheld my infant passion rise,
And saw thro' years unchanged my faithful flame;
Now cold, in dust, the beauteous object lies,
And you, ye conscious scenes, are still the same!
While busy Memory still delights to dwell
On all the charms these bitter tears deplore,
And with a trembling hand describes too well
The angel form I shall behold no more!
To Heaven she's fled! and nought to me remains
But the pale ashes which her urn contains.
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