Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 13. From Petrarch (OH! place me where the burning moon)

OH! place me where the burning moon
Forbids the wither'd flower to blow;
Or place me in the frigid zone,
On mountains of eternal snow:
Let me pursue the steps of Fame,
Or Poverty's more tranquil road;
Let youth's warm tide my veins inflame,
Or sixty winters chill my blood:
Though my fond soul to Heaven were flown,
Or though on earth 'tis doom'd to pine,
Prisoner or free--obscure or known,
My heart, oh Laura! still is thine.
Whate'er my destiny may be,
That faithful heart still burns for thee!

1. Sonnet 58. The Glow-Worm
2. Sonnet 16. From Petrarch (YE vales and woods! fair scenes of happier hours!)
3. Sonnet 66. The Night-Flood Rakes
4. Sonnet 39. To Night
5. Sonnet 9. Blest is yon shepherd, on the turf reclined

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