SONNET [59] LIX. Written during a Thunder Storm, September, 1791; in which the Moon was perfectly clear, while the Tempest gathered in various directions near the Earth. 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. 79. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 59 ] LIX. Written during a Thunder Storm , September , 1791 ; in which the Moon was perfectly clear , while the Tempest gathered in various directions near the Earth . WHAT awful pageants croud the evening sky ! The low horizon gath'ring vapours shroud , Sudden , from many a deep embattled cloud , Terrific thunders burst and light'nings fly — While in serenest azure , beaming high , Night's regent — of her calm pavilion proud , Gilds the dark shadows that beneath her lie , Unvex'd by all their conflicts fierce and loud — So , in unsullied dignity elate , A spirit conscious of superior worth , In placid elevation firmly great , Scorns the vain cares that give Contention birth ; And blest with peace above the shocks of Fate , Smiles at the tumult of the troubled earth .