Lines To Mrs. St. Leger (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls, Dear friend, are still ...
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 ...
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds Over the waves that rock thee on their breast; The bugle ...
I look along the dusty dreary way, So lately strew'd with blossoms fresh and gay,- The sweet procession ...
One river from the mountain springs was born, Into three several streams its course was torn. For one ...
The water has flowed forth a year, Since, sitting by the fountain's side, We looked into the basin ...
It was the harvest time: the broad, bright moon Was at her full, and shone upon the fields ...
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 ...
Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that from my soul, While shines the weary sun, with stern control I drive ...
Time beckons on the hours: the expiring year Already feels old Winter's icy breath; As with cold hands ...
O lady! thou, who in the olden time Hadst been the star of many a poet's dream! Thou, ...
The moment must come, when the hands that unite In the firm clasp of friendship, will sever; When ...
Rest, warrior, rest! thine hour is past,- Thy longest war-whoop, and thy last, Still rings upon the rushing ...
Poeta volontieriParlerei a que' duo che' insieme vanno,E pajon si al vento esser leggieri.Dell' Inferno, Canto . Seer ...
Where is thy home in thy promised land? Desolate and forsaken! The stranger's arm hath seized thy brand, ...
'Tis all in vain, it may not last, The sickly sunlight dies away, And the thick clouds that ...
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 ...
I stand where thou hast stood, and I retrace Each look, each word, each gesture, and each tone, ...
WRITTEN AT OATLANDS. I SHALL come no more to the Cedar Hall, The fairies' palace, beside the stream; ...
When 'twas my hap to meet you, for awhile Our paths together lay-and each one brought Heart to ...
Say thou not sadly, "never," and "no more," But from thy lips banish those falsest words; While life ...
Nay, let the Past be past, nor strive in vain, From the dim backward vista of our years ...
Two angels have them in eternal keeping. He that beside the deep vaults of the past Stands to ...
I know a maiden with a laughing face, And springing feet like wings;-the light that flies Forth from ...
Merciful spirit! who thy bright throne above Hast left, to wander through this dismal earth With me, poor ...
Yet once again, but once, before we sever, Fill we one brimming cup,-it is the last! And let ...
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