Lines To Mrs. St. Leger (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls, Dear friend, are still ...
Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls, Dear friend, are still ...
Early in life, when hope seems prophecy, And strong desire can sometimes mould a fate, My dream was ...
Death and I, On a hill so high, Stood side by side: And we saw below, ...
Whene'er those forms arise before my sight, E'en as from hideous visions of the night, I cover up ...
My feet shall tread no more thy mossy side, When once they turn away, thou Pleasant Water, Nor ...
O child! who to this evil world art come, Led by the unseen hand of Him who guards thee, ...
The water has flowed forth a year, Since, sitting by the fountain's side, We looked into the basin ...
Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled, On which the ...
I saw one whom I love more than my life Stand on a perilous edge of slippery rock, ...
The voice of childhood blessed me-and methought It sounded like a solemn echo caught Out of that world ...
Thou little star, that in the purple clouds Hang'st, like a dewdrop, in a violet bed; First gem ...
O lady! thou, who in the olden time Hadst been the star of many a poet's dream! Thou, ...
Pass thy hand through my hair, love; One little year ago, In a curtain bright and rare, love, ...
In visions countless as the golden motes That dance upon the sun's earth-kissing beams, A phantom haunts my ...
The moment must come, when the hands that unite In the firm clasp of friendship, will sever; When ...
ON READING WITH DIFFICULTY SOME OF SCHILLER'S EARLY LOVE POEMS. When of thy loves, and happy heavenly dreams ...
Thou shalt behold it once, and once believe Thou may'st possess it-Love shall make the dream, Impossible and ...
SUGGESTED BY SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE OBSERVING THAT WE NEVER DREAM OF OURSELVES YOUNGER THAN WE ARE.Not in our dreams, not ...
'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all, All the fond visions hope's bright finger traces, ...
Lady, sweet lady, I behold thee yet, With thy pale brow, brown eyes, and solemn air, And billowy ...
All the night long you come to me in dreams, My lady dear! Ah, wherefore do you so? ...
If in thy heart the spring of joy remains, All beauteous things, being reflected there, Most beautiful and ...
Thou art to me like one, who in a dream Of pleasant fancies is borne sleeping by The ...
Good night! from music's softest spell Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumbers, Fairies, with magic harp ...
If I miscount the hours, blame Love, not me, Who makes the time when you are near me, seem ...
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