SONNET [38] XXXVIII. From the Novel of Emmeline. 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. 58. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 38 ] XXXVIII . From the Novel of Emmeline . WHEN welcome slumber sets my spirit free , Forth to fictitious happiness it flies , And where Elysian bow'rs of bliss arise I seem , my Emmeline — to meet with thee ! Ah ! Fancy then , dissolving human ties , Gives me the wishes of my soul to see ; Tears of fond pity fill thy soften'd eyes ; In heav'nly harmony — our hearts agree . Alas ! these joys are mine in dreams alone , When cruel Reason abdicates her throne ! Her harsh return condemns me to complain Thro' life unpitied , unreliev'd , unknown . And as the dear delusions leave my brain , She bids the truth recur — with aggravated pain .