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Charlotte Smith - Sonnet XLIII: The Unhappy ExileCharlotte Smith - Sonnet XLIII: The Unhappy Exile
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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!           Ah! so for me delusive Fancy toils,           Then, from contrasted truth—my feeble soul recoils.
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