Quotes from Charlotte Turner Smith

...Thus in each flower and simple bell, That in our path untrodden lie, Are sweet remembrancers who tell How fast the winged moments fly. Time will steal on with ceaseless pace, Yet lose we not the fleeting hours, Who still their fairy footsteps trace, As light they dance among the flowers.

...Silene, who declines The garish noontide's blazing light; But when the evening crescent shines, Gives all her sweetness to the night....

...The woods, the lawns, the heaths supply Lessons from Nature to the heart....

...Broad o'er its imbricated cup The Goatsbeard spreads its golden rays, But shuts its cautious petals up, Retreating from the noon-tide blaze...

...See Hieracium's various tribe, Of plumy seed and radiate flowers, The course of Time their blooms describe, And wake or sleep appointed hours....

...[M]ay its index point to joy, And moments wing'd with new delights. Sweet may resound each silver bell,— And never quick returning chime, Seem in reproving notes to tell, Of hours mispent, and murder'd time....