Sonnet XLIII: The Unhappy Exile by Charlotte Smith — Sad Poetry Lines
The unhappy exile, whom his fates confine To the bleak coast of some unfriendly isle, Cold, barren, desart, where no harvests smile, But thirst and hunger on the rocks repine; When, from some promontory's fearful brow, Sun after sun he hopeless sees decline In the broad shipless sea—perhaps may know Such heartless pain, such blank despair as mine; And, if a flattering cloud appears to show The fancied semblance of a distant sail, Then melts away—anew his spirits fail, While the lost hope but aggravates his woe!
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"The unhappy exile, whom his fates confine..."
"Sonnet XLIII: The Unhappy Exile" by Charlotte Smith is a sad and deep and nature english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Charlotte Smith demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "The unhappy exile, whom his fates confine To the bleak coast of some unfriendly isle,...", this piece explores themes of sad and deep and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Charlotte Smith's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.