Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
The Fellowship Of Genius
... Breathless ye cling till round the great world reels, ...
On A Hollow Friendship
... Thus shall we henceforth walk, togetheryet alone ...
Song. "Yet once again, but once, before we sever"
... Through their warm tears, their loveliest and their last ...
To Harriet St. Leger
... With fearful thoughts of death, decay, and change, ...
A Lover To His Mistress
... Then are you, with your grace and loveliness, ...
A Wish (III)
... Like floating purple wreaths of mournful nightshade! ...
A Picture
... Through which her snowy skin show'd smooth and fair ...
Written After Spending A Day At West Point
... Where are the wood-paths, winding, long, and steep, ...
Fragment
... FROM AN EPISTLE WRITTEN WHEN THE THERMOMETER STOOD AT 98° IN THE SHADE ...
Saturday Night Song At Sea
... That's borne us through, that's borne us through, ...
Lines To Mrs. St. Leger
... Where, from youth's better path, strikes out the worse, ...
"Youth with swift feet walks onward in the way"
... Age, stumbling, lingers slower day by day, ...
Autumn
... Save the faint-breathing rose, that, round the year, ...
My Love
... My soul grows faint, my veins run liquid flame, ...
Lines Written At Night
... The moon Sails on the horizons verge, a moving glory ...
