Friday, January 3, 2003

Sonnet Xliii: The Unhappy Exile Comments

Rating: 2.8

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;
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Charlotte Smith
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