SONNET [01] I. Charlotte Smith (née Turner) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. N22357 Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806. Elegiac sonnets, and other poems. By Charlotte Smith. The first Worcester edition, from the sixth London edition, with additions. Printed at Worcester [Mass.] by Isaiah Thomas, sold by him in Worcester, and by said Thomas and Andrews in Boston 1795 pp. []-[]. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 01 ] I. THE partial Muse has , from my earliest hours , Smil'd on the rugged path I'm doom'd to tread , And still with sportive hand has snatch'd wild flow'rs , To weave fantastic garlands for my head : But far , far happier is the lot of those Who never learn'd her dear delusive art ; Which , while it decks the head with many a rose , Reserves the thorn , to fester in the heart . For still she bids soft Pity's melting eye Stream o'er the ills she knows not to remove , Points ev'ry pang , and deepens ev'ry sigh Of mourning Friendship , or unhappy Love .

AH ! then , how dear the Muse's favors cost , If those paint sorrow best — who feel it most ! The well sung woes shall soothe my pensive ghost ; He best can paint them , who shall feel them most . Pope's Eloisa to Abelard , 366th line .

Ah ! then , how dear the Muse's favors cost , If those paint sorrow best — who feel it most .