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 ...
Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls, Dear friend, are still ...
Death and I, On a hill so high, Stood side by side: And we saw below, ...
I am alone-oh be thou near to me, Great God! from whom the meanest are not far. Not ...
My feet shall tread no more thy mossy side, When once they turn away, thou Pleasant Water, Nor ...
O child! who to this evil world art come, Led by the unseen hand of Him who guards thee, ...
Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled, On which the ...
I found a flower in a desolate plot, Where no man wrought,-by a deserted cot, Where no man ...
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 ...
With these two kisses on thine eyes I melt thy sleep away-arise! For look, my love, Phobus his ...
Here's a health to thee, Bard of Erin! To the goblet's brim we will fill; For all that ...
Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird,Which through the darkness of my winter daysWarbling of summer sunshine still was ...
AFTER A SUMMER'S WALK, IN WHICH MY COMPANION BENT OVER A CLEAR SPRING WHICH GREW TURBID WITHOUT ANY APPARENT CAUSE. ...
What was thine errand here? Thy beauty was more exquisite than aught That from this marr?d earth ...
When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky, Upon each shadowy glen, and sunny height, And that ...
Terrible music, whose strange utterance Seemed like the spell of some dread conscious trance; Motionless misery, impotent despair, ...
Shelter and succour such as common men Afford the weaker partners of their fate, Have I derived from ...
WHO FELL FROM A PRECIPICE INTO A MOUNTAIN TORRENT. What said to thee those angels terrible, Whose sudden ...
SUGGESTED BY SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE OBSERVING THAT WE NEVER DREAM OF OURSELVES YOUNGER THAN WE ARE.Not in our dreams, not ...
Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youth Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood. O ...
Is it a sin, to wish that I may meet thee In that dim world whither our spirits stray, ...
Mother, mother! my heart is wild, Hold me upon your bosom dear, Do not frown on your own poor child, ...
WEEPING BY SHELLEY'S GRAVE IN THE PROTESTANT CEMETERY OF ROME. Lur'd by the Siren's summer song to death, ...
But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile The panting breath and hurrying steps of life, The ...
How passing sad! Listen, it sings again! Art thou a spirit that, amongst the boughs, The livelong night ...
Oh make not light of love, my lady dear, For, from that sweetest source doth ever flow All ...
If I believed in death, how sweet a bed For such a blessed slumber could I find, Beneath ...
O Lesbian! if thy faith were mine, Then might I in that summer sea Seek for a slumber ...
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