Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 83. The Sea View

THE upland shepherd, as reclined he lies
On the soft turf that clothes the mountain brow,
Marks the bright sea-line mingling with the skies;
Or from his course celestial, sinking slow,
The summer-sun in purple radiance low,
Blaze on the western waters; the wide scene
Magnificent, and tranquil, seems to spread
Even o'er the rustic's breast a joy serene,
When, like dark plague-spots by the demons shed,
Charged deep with death, upon the waves, far seen,
Move the war-freighted ships; and fierce and red,
Flash their destructive fires--The mangled dead
And dying victims then pollute the flood.
Ah, thus man spoils Heaven's glorious works with blood!

1. Sonnet 85. The Fairest Flowers Are Gone! For Tempests Fell
2. Sonnet 21. Supposed to Written by Werter
3. Sonnet 9. Blest is yon shepherd, on the turf reclined
4. Sonnet 75. Where the Wild Woods and Pathless Forests Frown
5. Sonnet 27. Sighing I See Yon Little Troop at Play

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