SONNET [24] XXIV. By the same. 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 p. 44. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 24 ] XXIV . By the same . MAKE there my tomb beneath the lime trees' shade ,

At the corner of the churchyard which looks towards the fields , there are two lime trees — it is there I wish to rest .

Sorrows of Werter . Volume Second .

Where grass and flow'rs , in wild luxuriance wave ; Let no memorial mark where I am laid , Or point to common eyes the lover's grave ! But oft at twilight morn , or closing day , The faithful friend , with fault'ring step shall glide , Tributes of fond regret by stealth to pay , And sigh o'er the unhappy suicide ! And sometimes , when the Sun with parting rays Gilds the long grass that hides my silent bed , The tear shall tremble in my CHARLOTTE's eyes ; Dear , precious drops ! they shall embalm the dead ; Yes ! CHARLOTTE o'er the mournful spot shall weep , Where her poor WERTER , and his sorrows — sleep .