SONNET [48] XLVIII. To Mrs. ****. 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. 68. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 48 ] XLVIII . To Mrs. **** . NO more my wearied soul attempts to stray From sad Reality and vain Regret , Nor courts enchanting Fiction to allay Sorrows that Sense refuses to forget : For of Calamity so long the prey , Imagination now has lost her pow'rs , Nor will her fairy loom again essay To dress Affliction in a robe of flow'rs . But if no more the bow'rs of Fancy bloom , Let one superior scene attract my view , Where Heav'n's pure rays the sacred spot illume , Let thy lov'd hand with palm and am'ranth strew The mournful path approaching to the tomb , While Faith's consoling voice endears the friendly gloom .