Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
A Promise. "By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flow"
... And flood thee o'er with love, and life, and light ...
Sonnet On The American war. "She has gone down!" they shout it from afar,"
... Strife, such as heathen slaughterers had abhorr'd, ...
To The Nightingale
... The livelong night dost chant that wondrous strain, ...
Forsaken
... That marked thy speech, or lightened o'er thy face, ...
Impromptu
... FOR SIR JULIUS BENEDICT, WHO ASKED ME FOR SOME LINES TO SET TO MUSIC ...
An Entreaty
... As its bright drops fall starlike, fast and clear, ...
Lines Written By The Sea
... And then unwind their foldings deep, ...
Sonnet. "Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn"
... Of Hope, and thou shalt hear the angels sing above ...
A Wish (II)
... But let the lips I loved oft breathe my name, ...
Song. "Never, oh never more! shall I behold"
... Or kiss, while thou art sleeping on my breast, ...
On Being Blessed By A Child
... Stand'st with thy late left heaven all round thee still, ...
Autumn Song
... When the thin bare boughs of the elm are stirr'd, ...
Sonnet. "'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all"
... Strewing the paths they should have made more bright, ...
Lines. "'Tis all in vain, it may not last"
... And the thick clouds that veil the past, ...
Impromptu (II)
... Who makes the time when you are near me, seem ...
