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 ...
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 ...
TO Y---,WITH A BOWL OF BOHEMIAN GLASS. From rocky hills, where climbs the vine; Where on his ...
As o'er the chasm I breathless hung, Thus from the depths the siren sung: "Down, down into the ...
Death and I, On a hill so high, Stood side by side: And we saw below, ...
The sea has left the strand- In their deep sapphire cup The waves lie gathered up, Off ...
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 FIRST SNOW MOUNTAIN SEEN FROM A SUNNY HILL-SIDE, NEAR ROCCA PRIORI, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1846 Look, love, ...
I am alone-oh be thou near to me, Great God! from whom the meanest are not far. Not ...
Whene'er those forms arise before my sight, E'en as from hideous visions of the night, I cover up ...
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, ...
Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled, On which 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, ...
Pass thy hand through my hair, love; One little year ago, In a curtain bright and rare, love, ...
Here be the free gifts of the morning for thee; Dog-roses, with their thorns all strung with pearls, ...
What recks the sun how weep the heavy flowers All the sad night, when he is far away? ...
Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird,Which through the darkness of my winter daysWarbling of summer sunshine still was ...
'Tis only the nightingale's warbled strain, That floats through the evening sky: With his note of love, he ...
Farewell, old playmate! on thy sandy shore My lingering feet will leave their print no more; To thy ...
Why art thou weeping Over the happy, happy dead, Who are gone away, From this life of ...
To the smooth beach the silver sea Comes rippling in a thousand smiles, And back again runs murmuringly, ...
Short was the season of our intercourse And born, it seem'd, of wayward accident, Yet ne'er before was ...
Terrible music, whose strange utterance Seemed like the spell of some dread conscious trance; Motionless misery, impotent despair, ...
Poeta volontieriParlerei a que' duo che' insieme vanno,E pajon si al vento esser leggieri.Dell' Inferno, Canto . Seer ...
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