Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
Sonnet. "When in the wintry woods you hear the note"
... Well pleas'd, the little Redbreast's thankful voice ...
Sonnet. "If in thy heart the spring of joy remains"
... Flowers, and bright facesyouth, and hope, and love, ...
The Red Indian
... Rest, warrior, rest! thine hour is past, ...
Sonnet. "Oft let me wander hand in hand with Thought"
... Bright hill, and bosky dell, resound with mirth, ...
On A Forget-Me-Not
... Yet oh! not all the flowers that bloom and fade, ...
Lines. "And I"
... Not yours the charms from which we wearied stray, ...
Dream-Land (II)
... Thou know'st full well, my lady fair! ...
Lines For Music (II)
... Crowned with fresh flowering May, ...
The Minstrels Grave
... That the soft breath of heaven, as it sighs o'er my pillow, ...
Impromptu (V)
... I shut my eyes to see nought else but thee ...
To Lady Annabella Noel
... When all my youth's fresh springs of smiles and tears ...
Sonnet. "Nay, let the Past be past, nor strive in vain"
... Since Time hath spared it, do you e'en as much, ...
Hadrians Villa
... Ho, Adrian! Emperor, Conqueror, Priest, and Lord! ...
Lines For Music
... What flow'r that drinks the dew ...
Sonnet. "I hear a voice low in the sunset woods"
... Summer's bright wings shining ere they are furled ...
