Ode (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
WRITTEN FOR THE 22 OF AUGUST 1834-THE BERKSHIRE JUBILEE. Darkness upon the mountain and the vale- Forest and ...
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 ...
Let us stay here: nor ever more depart From this sweet wilderness Nature and Art Have made, not ...
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds Over the waves that rock thee on their breast; The bugle ...
Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed Those we let fall over the silent dead? Can our ...
Thou comest not in sober guise, In mellow cloak of russet clad- Thine are no melancholy skies, ...
Poor little sprite! in that dark, narrow cell Caged by the law of man's resistless might! With thy ...
Whene'er those forms arise before my sight, E'en as from hideous visions of the night, I cover up ...
I look along the dusty dreary way, So lately strew'd with blossoms fresh and gay,- The sweet procession ...
The Lord's son stood at the clear spring head, The May on the other side, "And stretch me ...
One river from the mountain springs was born, Into three several streams its course was torn. For one ...
Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy! My lonely bark is launched upon the sea That clasps thy shore, and the ...
I found a flower in a desolate plot, Where no man wrought,-by a deserted cot, Where no man ...
I saw one whom I love more than my life Stand on a perilous edge of slippery rock, ...
Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that from my soul, While shines the weary sun, with stern control I drive ...
In visions countless as the golden motes That dance upon the sun's earth-kissing beams, A phantom haunts my ...
Thou little star, that in the purple clouds Hang'st, like a dewdrop, in a violet bed; First gem ...
What recks the sun how weep the heavy flowers All the sad night, when he is far away? ...
Why art thou weeping Over the happy, happy dead, Who are gone away, From this life of ...
What was thine errand here? Thy beauty was more exquisite than aught That from this marr?d earth ...
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 ...
I heard youth's silver clarion call to Fate, And looking forth beheld his flower-fair face, Framed in his ...
Upon the altar of my life there lies A costly offering: its price I know; The worth that ...
'Tis all in vain, it may not last, The sickly sunlight dies away, And the thick clouds that ...
What though the sun must set, and darkness come, Shall we turn coldly from the bless?d light, And ...
Is it a sin, to wish that I may meet thee In that dim world whither our spirits stray, ...
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