SONNET [28] XXVIII. To Friendship. 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. 48. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 28 ] XXVIII . To Friendship . OH thou ! whose name too often is profan'd ! Whose charms , celestial ! few have hearts to feel ! Unknown to Folly — and by Pride disdain'd ! — To thy soft solace may my sorrows steal ! Like the fair Moon , thy mild and genuine ray , Thro' life's long evening shall unclouded last ; While Pleasure's frail attachments fleet away , As fades the rainbow from the northern blast ! Tis thine , oh Nymph ! with ' balmy hands to bind '

Balmy hand to bind . Collins .

The wounds inflicted in Misfortune's storm , And blunt severe Affliction's sharpest dart ! — 'Tis thy pure spirit warms my Anna's mind , Beams thro' the pensive softness of her form , And holds its altar — on her spotless heart !