SONNET [35] XXXV. To Fortitude. 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. 55. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 35 ] XXXV. To Fortitude . NYMPH of the rock ! whose dauntless spirit braves The beating storm , and bitter winds that howl Round thy cold breast ; and hear'st the bursting waves , And the deep thunder with unshaken soul ; Oh come ! and shew how vain the cares that press On my weak bosom — and how little worth Is the false fleeting meteor , Happiness , That still misleads the wand'rers of the earth ! Strengthen'd by thee , this heart shall cease to melt O'er ills that poor Humanity must bear ; Nor friends estrang'd , or ties dissolv'd be felt To leave regret , and fruitless anguish there : And when at length it heaves its latest sigh , Thou , and mild Hope , shall teach me how to die !