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 ...
The waterfall is calling me With its merry gleesome flow, And the green boughs are beckoning me, ...
I look along the dusty dreary way, So lately strew'd with blossoms fresh and gay,- The sweet procession ...
My feet shall tread no more thy mossy side, When once they turn away, thou Pleasant Water, Nor ...
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory: With eyelids closed, over the crested foam, And ...
Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled, On which the ...
Time beckons on the hours: the expiring year Already feels old Winter's icy breath; As with cold hands ...
Once more, once more into the sunny fields Oh, let me stray! And drink the joy that young ...
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. ...
'Tis all in vain, it may not last, The sickly sunlight dies away, And the thick clouds that ...
Oh let it be where the waters are meeting, In one crystal sheet, like the summer's sky bright! ...
WRITTEN AT OATLANDS. I SHALL come no more to the Cedar Hall, The fairies' palace, beside the stream; ...
Farewell, fair castle! on thy lordly hill Firm be thy seat and proud thy station still, Soft rise ...
I would I might be with thee, when the year Begins to wane, and that thou walk'st alone ...
I hear a voice low in the sunset woods; Listen, it says: "Decay, decay, decay." I hear it ...
Thou restless voice! that wandering up and down These forest paths, where for this many a day, I ...
Like one who walketh in a plenteous land, By flowing waters, under shady trees, Through sunny meadows, where ...
When we first met, dark wintry skies were glooming, And the wild winds sang requiem to the year; ...
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