Verses On Rome (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee, Shall not forget the bitterest private grief That e'er made havoc of ...
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee, Shall not forget the bitterest private grief That e'er made havoc of ...
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 ...
TO Y---,WITH A BOWL OF BOHEMIAN GLASS. From rocky hills, where climbs the vine; Where on his ...
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, ...
Let us stay here: nor ever more depart From this sweet wilderness Nature and Art Have made, not ...
The sea has left the strand- In their deep sapphire cup The waves lie gathered up, Off ...
The blossoms hang again upon the tree, As when with their sweet breath they greeted me Against my ...
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening gun resounds Over the waves that rock thee on their breast; The bugle ...
Thou comest not in sober guise, In mellow cloak of russet clad- Thine are no melancholy skies, ...
Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed Those we let fall over the silent dead? Can our ...
We are the ghosts of those small flowers, That in the opening of the year, 'Neath rosemary and ...
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, ...
Poor little sprite! in that dark, narrow cell Caged by the law of man's resistless might! With thy ...
I am alone-oh be thou near to me, Great God! from whom the meanest are not far. Not ...
Round thy steep castle walls, Who seeks thy love must ride, Who from their dizzy summit falls, ...
Whene'er those forms arise before my sight, E'en as from hideous visions of the night, I cover up ...
Through the half-open'd casement stream'd the light Of the departing sun. The golden haze Of the red western ...
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 ...
The Lord's son stood at the clear spring head, The May on the other side, "And stretch me ...
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory: With eyelids closed, over the crested foam, And ...
What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? ...
O child! who to this evil world art come, Led by the unseen hand of Him who guards thee, ...
One river from the mountain springs was born, Into three several streams its course was torn. For one ...
Spirit, bright spirit! from thy narrow cell Answer me! answer me! oh, let me hear Thy voice, and ...
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