SONNET [52] LII. The Pilgrim. From the Novel of Celestina. 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. 72. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 52 ] LII. The Pilgrim . From the Novel of Celestina . FAULT'RING and sad , th' unhappy Pilgrim roves , Who , on the eve of bleak December's night , Divided far from all he fondly loves , Journeys alone , along the giddy height Of these steep cliffs , and as the sun's last ray Fades in the west , sees , from the rocky verge , Dark tempest scowling o'er the shorten'd day , And hears with ear appall'd , th' impetuous surge Beneath him thunder ! — So , with heart oppress'd , Alone , reluctant , desolate and slow , By Friendship's cheering radiance now unblest , Along Life's rudest path I seem to go ; Nor see where yet the anxious heart may rest , That trembling at the past — recoils from future woe .