Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 35. To Fortitude

NYMPH of the rock! whose dauntless spirit braves
The beating storm, and bitter winds that howl
Round thy cold breast; and hear'st the bursting waves
And the deep thunder with unshaken soul;
Oh come!--and show how vain the cares that press
On my weak bosom--and how little worth
Is the false fleeting meteor, Happiness,
That still misleads the wanderers of the earth!
Strengthen'd by thee, this heart shall cease to melt
O'er ills that poor humanity must bear;
Nor friends estranged, or ties dissolved be felt
To leave regret, and fruitless anguish there:
And when at length it heaves its latest sigh,
Thou and mild Hope shall teach me how to die. 

1. Sonnet 85. The Fairest Flowers Are Gone! For Tempests Fell
2. Sonnet 51. Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides
3. Sonnet 43. The Unhappy Exile
4. Sonnet 64. Here from the Restless Bed of Lingering Pain
5. Sonnet 27. Sighing I See Yon Little Troop at Play

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