Sonnet XLIV: Press'd by the Moon by Charlotte Smith — Sad Poetry Lines
Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides, While the loud equinox its power combines, The sea no more its swelling surge confines, But o'er the shrinking land sublimely rides. The wild blast, rising from the Western cave, Drives the huge billows from their heaving bed; Tears from their grassy tombs the village dead, And breaks the silent sabbath of the grave! With shells and sea-weed mingled, on the shore Lo! their bones whiten in the frequent wave; But vain to them the winds and waters rave; They hear the warring elements no more:
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"Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides,..."
"Sonnet XLIV: Press'd by the Moon" by Charlotte Smith is a sad 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 "Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides, While the loud equinox its power combines,...", this piece explores themes of sad 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.