Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
Flying Leaves
... Fresh-born buds will greet each breeze ...
Evening By The Seaside
... The sea's broad shield is burnished bright, ...
To Friends At Parting
... When the warm hearth throws its bright glow around, ...
Lines Written At Venice In 1865
... From whose dry dust stirr'd by thy voice shall shoot ...
Impromptu (I)
... My fount of song, dear friend, 's a bitter well ...
Lament For Israel
... And that heaven-stamped sign to a foul disgrace ...
Sonnet To Harriet St. Leger
... There come a thousand thoughts of sunny weather, ...
Lines For Music (I)
... Clear wave, swift wave, where art thou flowing ...
Sonnet. "I would I knew the lady of thy heart!"
... Once hear that voice, whose music still replies ...
Sonnet. "Is it a sin, to wish that I may meet thee"
... Is it a sin, that there my voice should greet thee ...
On A Symphony Of Beethoven
... Seemed like the spell of some dread conscious trance ...
Fragment. "It was the harvest time: the broad, bright moon"
... Of elves, and gnomes, and fairy sprites, that haunt ...
Lines On The Anio At Tivoli
... Leapt down, and turned, and writhed, and plunged for ever ...
"Life Is Before Us"
... Whence there broke forth, O Christ! so sharp a cry ...
Ballad
... " "You may take my lands, you may take my life, ...
