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 ...
The blossoms hang again upon the tree, As when with their sweet breath they greeted me Against my ...
Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed Those we let fall over the silent dead? Can our ...
The waterfall is calling me With its merry gleesome flow, And the green boughs are beckoning me, ...
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 ...
Spirit, bright spirit! from thy narrow cell Answer me! answer me! oh, let me hear Thy voice, and ...
Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy! My lonely bark is launched upon the sea That clasps thy shore, and the ...
The water has flowed forth a year, Since, sitting by the fountain's side, We looked into the basin ...
By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flow Through thy sequestered dell unto the sea, At sunny noon, ...
In the great palace halls, where dwell the gods, I heard a voice filling the vaulted roof; The ...
Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled, On which the ...
The voice of childhood blessed me-and methought It sounded like a solemn echo caught Out of that world ...
With these two kisses on thine eyes I melt thy sleep away-arise! For look, my love, Phobus his ...
In visions countless as the golden motes That dance upon the sun's earth-kissing beams, A phantom haunts my ...
Here's a health to thee, Bard of Erin! To the goblet's brim we will fill; For all that ...
What recks the sun how weep the heavy flowers All the sad night, when he is far away? ...
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 ...
Terrible music, whose strange utterance Seemed like the spell of some dread conscious trance; Motionless misery, impotent despair, ...
Thou shalt behold it once, and once believe Thou may'st possess it-Love shall make the dream, Impossible and ...
'Tis all in vain, it may not last, The sickly sunlight dies away, And the thick clouds that ...
WHO FELL FROM A PRECIPICE INTO A MOUNTAIN TORRENT. What said to thee those angels terrible, Whose sudden ...
I stand where thou hast stood, and I retrace Each look, each word, each gesture, and each tone, ...
Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youth Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood. O ...
Blame not my tears, love, to you has been given The brightest, best gift, God to mortals allows; The sunlight ...
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