Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
An Answer
... From those fond vows with which you move me ...
Lines Written At Sea (I)
... Night, thou shalt nurse me, but be sure, good nurse, ...
To Miss Sarah Siddons
... Then, while before you glides time's shadowy train, ...
The Wreck Of The Birkenhead,
... And the mad waves flashed, and whirled, and hissed, as they felt the strong ship spurn ...
Sonnet. "Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil"
... Thou nightshade of the heart, beneath whose boughs ...
To The Wissahiccon
... And the young spring comes dancing through thy glen, ...
Life
... At lasta failing purse, shrunk, lean, and beggarly ...
To Pius IX
... From off thy people's neck shall fall and crush thee ...
An Invocation
... That from the bonds in which thou'rt forced to dwell ...
Parting
... Her precious head, make thy skies blue and clear, ...
To Dante
... Who, with strained eyes, and outstretched arms, and cry ...
To The Dead
... When the moon sheds her light ...
Past Hours
... Stands to receive the treasures, that with weeping ...
A Lament For The Wissahiccon
... Where the sweet breathing spring winds blow, ...
To Thomas Moore, Esq.
... Wherever the voice of mirth hath rung, ...
