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Title: Elegiac sonnets. 5th ed., with additional sonnets and other poems
Year: 1789 (1780s)
Authors: Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806
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Publisher: London Printed for T. Cadell
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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quil gloom I court, Where my pall errors I may dill deplore \i)il dream ot long-loft happinefs no more! Tc ( 5* )To thee I give this tortured breaff,Where Hope arifes but to fofter pain ;Ah ! lull its agonies to reft!Ah ! let me never be deceivd again!But callous, in thy deep repofeBehold, in long array, the woesOf the dread future, calm and undifmayd,Till I may claim the Hope—that fhall not fade ! KLEG Y ( s* ) ELEGY. D, ARK gathering clouds involve the threateningfkies, The fea heaves confcious of the impending gloom, Deep, hollow murmurs from the cliffs arife ; They come—the Spirits of the Tempeft come ! * Oh ! may fuch terrors mark the approaching night * As reignd on that thefe ftreaming eyes deplore ! Flafh, ye red fires of heaven, with fatal light, And with conflicting winds, ye waters roar! Loud and more loud ye foaming billows burft! * Ye warring elements more fiercely rave ! * Till the wide waves oerwhelm the fpot accurft Where ruthlefs Avarice finds a quiet grave!* Thus
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Riitujbed Janyxi~$o.bv T.&deZ Striimi. J&aA .rm£>. \ ( 53 )Thus with clafpd hands, wild looks, and ftreaming hair,While fhrieks of horror broke hertrembling fpeech,A wretched maid—the viftim of defpair,Surveyd the threatening ftorm and defart beech, Then to the tomb where now the father fleptWhofe rugged nature bade her forrows flow,Frantic (he turnd—and beat her breaft and wept,Invoking vengeance on the duft below. * Lo ! rifing there above each humbler heap, * Yon cypherd ftones his name and wealth relate,« Who gave his fon—remorfelefs—to the deep, 1 While I, his living victim, curfe my fate. * Oh! my loft love ! no tomb is placd for thee, * That may to ftrangers eyes thy worth impart; * Thou haft no grave, but in the ftormy fea, * And no memorial but this breaking heart, E 3 * Forth ( 54 ) * Forth to the world, a widowd wanderer driven, * I pour to winds and waves the unheeded tear,6 Try with vain effort to fubmit to heaven, And fruitlefs call on him— who can

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