Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
Sonnet
... SUGGESTED BY SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE OBSERVING THAT WE NEVER DREAM OF OURSELVES YOUNGER THAN WE ARE ...
To Shakespeare
... On listening ears, and hearts, I mingled pour, ...
Sonnet. "If there were any power in human love"
... And life 'gainst love should be a baffled thing, ...
Upon A Branch Of Flowering Acacia
... What guards thy growth, straight, strong, and full and free, ...
Sonnet. "Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air"
... O'er your smooth channels gush, ye crystal springs! ...
Verses On Rome
... Towards which are turned all eyes, are stretched all hands, ...
Sonnet On The American War. "Triumph not, fools! and weep not, ye faint-hearted!"
... By all the bitter tears, whose source must stream ...
Lines Written In London
... Brave thoughts still lodge beneath a furrowed brow, ...
Lines On A Sleeping Child
... Thine eyes are sealed by the soft hand of sleep, ...
Morning By The Seaside
... And pace we with swift feet this smooth and sparkling sand ...
Close Of Our Summer At Frascati
... Where, through all visible space, the eye met nothing ...
Scraps. "Raise it to Heaven, when thine eye fills with tear"
... Hope's glory shines not, save through weeping eyes ...
A Summons
... THE FIRST SNOW MOUNTAIN SEEN FROM A SUNNY HILL-SIDE, NEAR ROCCA PRIORI, IN THE AUTUMN OF&emsp ...
Lines. "In visions countless as the golden motes"
... Through my day-thoughts, and through my midnight dreams, ...
A German Legend
... Thou had'st his lovehis lifehis all: ...
