If conquest does not bind posterity, so neither can compact bind it.

- Charlotte Turner Smith

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

- Charlotte Turner Smith

May 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 reprov…

- Charlotte Turner Smith

In following their line through, and those of Plantagenet and Tudor, there is but little to soothe the mind.

- Charlotte Turner Smith