Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
To Mrs. Norton
... And though in this strange world where first I met thee, ...
To A Star
... Where hope's bright wings in the dark earth lie furled, ...
Sonnet. "I cannot sleep for thinking of thy face"
... Counting my greatest joy thy slightest pleasure ...
Lines To ---.
... The strain is closing,the spring leaves to flow, ...
Lines
... Its wealth, its want, its pleasures, and its grievings, ...
"Tis An Old Tale And Often Told"
... The young, the loved, the honoured, and the praised ...
A Petition
... And the bright flood of burning light that shineth ...
Venice
... That seem on night's dark brow, ...
Departing
... Blest be the roof-tree, and the hearth it shelters ...
Genius And Love
... And brought strange heaps of shining treasure ...
To Shakespeare (II)
... On listening ears and hearts I mingled pour, ...
Impromptu (IV)
... Yet still the fountain up towards heaven springs, ...
To Mrs. Dulaney
... And crown life's baseness with a glorious wreath, ...
The Black Wallflower
... Then cried I, "From the earth's whole wreath I'll borrow ...
Sonnet. "But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile"
... The sights, the sounds, the struggle, and the strife ...
