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 ...
Early in life, when hope seems prophecy, And strong desire can sometimes mould a fate, My dream was ...
The blossoms hang again upon the tree, As when with their sweet breath they greeted me Against my ...
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds Over the waves that rock thee on their breast; The bugle ...
Poor little sprite! in that dark, narrow cell Caged by the law of man's resistless might! With thy ...
By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flow Through thy sequestered dell unto the sea, At sunny noon, ...
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 ...
Hail to thee, spirit of hope! whom men call Spring; Youngest and fairest of the four, who guide ...
Short was the season of our intercourse And born, it seem'd, of wayward accident, Yet ne'er before was ...
Upon the altar of my life there lies A costly offering: its price I know; The worth that ...
Pour we libations to the father, Jove, And bid him watch propitious o'er our way; Pile on the ...
The hours are past, love, Oh, fled they not too fast, love! Those happy hours, when down the mountain-side, We ...
SUGGESTED BY SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE OBSERVING THAT WE NEVER DREAM OF OURSELVES YOUNGER THAN WE ARE.Not in our dreams, not ...
If in thy heart the spring of joy remains, All beauteous things, being reflected there, Most beautiful and ...
I cannot sleep for thinking of thy face, Which thrusts itself between the dark and me, Scaring my ...
She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all Its weary workers! gazing from afar At the ...
Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn O'er joys that God hath for a season lent, Perchance ...
Merciful spirit! who thy bright throne above Hast left, to wander through this dismal earth With me, poor ...
Art thou already weary of the way? Thou who hast yet but half the way gone o'er; Get ...
Blame not my tears, love, to you has been given The brightest, best gift, God to mortals allows; The sunlight ...
They who go down to the relentless deep, After long horrible death of cold and drought Ere the ...
When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes, That have seen the last sunset of hope pass away, On ...
Written among the Ruins of the Sonnenberg Thou who within thyself dost not behold Ruins as great as ...
Raise it to Heaven, when thine eye fills with tears, For only in a watery sky appears The ...
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