Sonnet XXXIV: Charm’d by Thy Suffrage
July 5, 2023The Cenotaph
July 5, 2023Sonnet LXVII: On Passing over a Dreary Tract
Swift fleet the billowy clouds along the sky,
Earth seems to shudder at the storm aghast;
While only beings as forlorn as I,
Court the chill horrors of the howling blast.
Even round yon crumbling walls, in search of food,
The ravenous Owl foregoes his evening flight,
And in his cave, within the deepest wood,
The Fox eludes the tempest of the night.
But to my heart congenial is the gloom
Which hides me from a World I wish to shun;
That scene where Ruin saps the mouldering tomb,
Suits with the sadness of a wretch undone.
Nor is the deepest shade, the keenest air,
Black as my fate, or cold as my despair.
Charlotte Smith
Charlotte Smith (1749-1806) was an English Romantic poet and novelist. She is best known for her poetry, which often explored themes of nature, the beauty of the English countryside, and the plight of women in society. She is considered an important early feminist writer.