The Siren’s Cave At Tivoli (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
As o'er the chasm I breathless hung, Thus from the depths the siren sung: "Down, down into the ...
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, ...
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds Over the waves that rock thee on their breast; The bugle ...
THE FIRST SNOW MOUNTAIN SEEN FROM A SUNNY HILL-SIDE, NEAR ROCCA PRIORI, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1846 Look, love, ...
The waterfall is calling me With its merry gleesome flow, And the green boughs are beckoning me, ...
Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled, On which the ...
Rest, warrior, rest! thine hour is past,- Thy longest war-whoop, and thy last, Still rings upon the rushing ...
Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air Sittest enthroned, vouchsafe to hear my prayer! Let all ...
At morn-a mountain ne'er to be climbed o'er, A horn of plenty, lengthening evermore; At noon-the countless hour-sands ...
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