Here you will find the Poem Sonnet LXXXIII. The Sea View of poet Charlotte Smith
THE upland shepherd, as reclined he lies On the soft turf that clothes the mountain brow, Marks the bright sea-line mingling with the skies; Or from his course celestial, sinking slow, The summer-sun in purple radiance low, Blaze on the western waters; the wide scene Magnificent, and tranquil, seems to spread Even o'er the rustic's breast a joy serene, When, like dark plague-spots by the demons shed, Charged deep with death, upon the waves, far seen, Move the war-freighted ships; and fierce and red, Flash their destructive fires--The mangled dead And dying victims then pollute the flood. Ah, thus man spoils Heaven's glorious works with blood!
