English poem
Sonnet XIII (OH! place me where the burning…)
by Charlotte Smith (1749–1806)
OH! place me where the burning moon Forbids the wither'd flower to blow; Or place me in the frigid zone, On mountains of eternal snow: Let me pursue the steps of Fame, Or Poverty's more tranquil road; Let youth's warm tide my veins inflame, Or sixty winters chill my blood: Tho' my fond soul to heaven were flown, Or tho' on earth 'tis doom'd to pine, Prisoner or free—obscure or known, My heart, O Laura! still is thine. Whate'er my destiny may be, That faithful heart still burns for thee!
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- Sonnet XCI (I CAN in groups these mimic…)
- Sonnet XCII (LOW murmurs creep along the woody…)
- Sonnet XI (COME, balmy Sleep! tired Nature's soft…)
- Sonnet XII (ON some rude fragment of the…)
- Sonnet XIV (LOOSE to the wind her golden…)
- Sonnet XIX (FOR me the Muse a simple…)
- Sonnet XL (FAR on the sands, the low,…)
- Sonnet XLI (IN this tumultuous sphere, for thee…)