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 ...
WRITTEN FOR THE 22 OF AUGUST 1834-THE BERKSHIRE JUBILEE. Darkness upon the mountain and the vale- Forest and ...
A BRITISH TRANSPORT VESSEL LOST ON THE COAST OF AFRICA.A BALLAD. As well as I am able, I'll relate ...
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 ...
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds Over the waves that rock thee on their breast; The bugle ...
Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed Those we let fall over the silent dead? Can our ...
Thou comest not in sober guise, In mellow cloak of russet clad- Thine are no melancholy skies, ...
THE FIRST SNOW MOUNTAIN SEEN FROM A SUNNY HILL-SIDE, NEAR ROCCA PRIORI, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1846 Look, love, ...
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory: With eyelids closed, over the crested foam, And ...
O child! who to this evil world art come, Led by the unseen hand of Him who guards thee, ...
Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy! My lonely bark is launched upon the sea That clasps thy shore, and the ...
In the great palace halls, where dwell the gods, I heard a voice filling the vaulted roof; The ...
Here be the free gifts of the morning for thee; Dog-roses, with their thorns all strung with pearls, ...
Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird,Which through the darkness of my winter daysWarbling of summer sunshine still was ...
Farewell, old playmate! on thy sandy shore My lingering feet will leave their print no more; To thy ...
Where is thy home in thy promised land? Desolate and forsaken! The stranger's arm hath seized thy brand, ...
WEEPING BY SHELLEY'S GRAVE IN THE PROTESTANT CEMETERY OF ROME. Lur'd by the Siren's summer song to death, ...
On the lone waters' shore Wander I yet; Brooding those moments o'er I should forget. Till ...
She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all Its weary workers! gazing from afar At the ...
Come fill the can again, boys, One parting glass, one parting glass; Ere we shall meet again, boys, ...
When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes, That have seen the last sunset of hope pass away, On ...
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