Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
Sonnet On The American War. "She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all"
... She has gone down! Woe for the struggling world, ...
Two Pictures
... Her twinkling feet fell soft and white, ...
A Spirits Voice
... From her bright hair pale showers of dew she shakes, ...
A Retrospect
... Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood ...
To Mrs. Henry Siddons
... Thou art most fair, though sorrow's chastening wing ...
Sonnet. "I know a maiden with a laughing face"
... Through sudden sun-gleams, when the wind is mad, ...
The Prayer Of A Lonely Heart
... Or dust, instinct with yearning, rise towards thee ...
Waking
... Smites them with its new beams, cold tears unwept, ...
Sleepless Nights
... Whence came it, Luteby whom was't to thee given ...
Expostulation
... What though this world be but the journeying land, ...
Written In A Diary
... I strove, and clung, and prayed, and vainly cried, ...
Torre Nuovo
... Pain has been far from me, and pleasure ...
Sicilian Song
... Water'd with tears and watch'd with sleepless care ...
Lines Written By The Seaside (I)
... But though the waves, with death's control, ...
A Noonday Vision
... Around her, through green boughs, the sunlight flung ...
