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Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)


Sonnet 44. Written in the Churchyard at Middleton in Sussex


PRESSED by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides,
   While the loud equinox its power combines,
   The sea no more its swelling surge confines,
But o’er the shrinking land sublimely rides.
The wild blast, rising from the western cave,
   Drives the huge billows from their heaving bed;
   Tears from their grassy tombs the village dead,
And breaks the silent sabbath of the grave!
With shells and sea-weed mingled, on the shore,
   Lo! their bones whiten in the frequent wave;
   But vain to them the winds and waters rave;
They hear the warring elements no more:
While I am doomed, by life’s long storm oppressed,
To gaze with envy on their gloomy rest.



Charlotte Turner Smith's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 16. From Petrarch (YE vales and woods! fair scenes of happier hours!)
  2. Sonnet 33. To the Naiad of the Arun
  3. Sonnet 51. Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides
  4. Sonnet 70. On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic
  5. Sonnet 13. From Petrarch (OH! place me where the burning moon)


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