Verses On Rome (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee, Shall not forget the bitterest private grief That e'er made havoc of ...
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee, Shall not forget the bitterest private grief That e'er made havoc of ...
Early in life, when hope seems prophecy, And strong desire can sometimes mould a fate, My dream was ...
The sea has left the strand- In their deep sapphire cup The waves lie gathered up, Off ...
Round thy steep castle walls, Who seeks thy love must ride, Who from their dizzy summit falls, ...
Whene'er those forms arise before my sight, E'en as from hideous visions of the night, I cover up ...
Through the half-open'd casement stream'd the light Of the departing sun. The golden haze Of the red western ...
I look along the dusty dreary way, So lately strew'd with blossoms fresh and gay,- The sweet procession ...
My feet shall tread no more thy mossy side, When once they turn away, thou Pleasant Water, Nor ...
The Lord's son stood at the clear spring head, The May on the other side, "And stretch me ...
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory: With eyelids closed, over the crested foam, And ...
Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy! My lonely bark is launched upon the sea That clasps thy shore, and the ...
Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that from my soul, While shines the weary sun, with stern control I drive ...
With these two kisses on thine eyes I melt thy sleep away-arise! For look, my love, Phobus his ...
O lady! thou, who in the olden time Hadst been the star of many a poet's dream! Thou, ...
To the smooth beach the silver sea Comes rippling in a thousand smiles, And back again runs murmuringly, ...
Terrible music, whose strange utterance Seemed like the spell of some dread conscious trance; Motionless misery, impotent despair, ...
Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youth Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood. O ...
Farewell, fair castle! on thy lordly hill Firm be thy seat and proud thy station still, Soft rise ...
I saw him on his throne, far in the north, Him ye call Winter, picturing him ever An ...
Nay, let the Past be past, nor strive in vain, From the dim backward vista of our years ...
I would I knew the lady of thy heart! She whom thou lov'st, perchance, as I love thee. ...
A maiden meek, with solemn, steadfast eyes, Full of eternal constancy and faith, And smiling lips, through whose ...
Like one who walketh in a plenteous land, By flowing waters, under shady trees, Through sunny meadows, where ...
If in thy heart the spring of joy remains, All beauteous things, being reflected there, Most beautiful and ...
No-not to win the world's applause Would I be great or good or wise; But to find favour ...
In sleepless nights my sad forgotten lute Breathes with low strains of broken melody, Under my touch long, ...
Sorrow and sin, and suffering and strife, Have been cast in the waters of my life; And they ...
Never, oh never more! shall I behold Thy form so fair; Or loosen from its braids the rippling ...
When in my dreams thy lovely face, Smiles with unwonted tender grace, Grudge not the precious seldom cheer; ...
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