SONNET [45] XLV. On leaving a part of Sussex. 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. 65. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 45 ] XLV. On leaving a part of Sussex . FAREWELL Aruna ! — on whose varied shore My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine , When thoughtless Joy , and infant Hope were mine , And whose lorn stream has heard me since deplore Too many sorrows ! Sighing I resign Thy solitary beauties — and no more , Or on thy rocks , or in thy woods recline , Or on the heath , by moonlight ling'ring , pore On air drawn phantoms — While in Fancy's ear As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell , Th' Enthusiast of the Lyre , who wander'd here ,

Th' enthusiast of the lyre who wander'd here . Collins . — See note to Sonnet 30.

Seems yet to strike his visionary shell , Of power to call forth Pity's tend'rest tear , Or wake wild Frenzy — from her hideous cell !