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Impressions of Italy and Other Poems

By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley

Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline (1806-1855)

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ON THE ANCIENT BURIAL PLACE AT PISA.

ON THE LEANING TOWER AT PISA.

FAREWELL TO THE MEDITERRANEAN.

BELLS AT NAPLES.

OH! AUSONIA'S LAND.

SONGS, &c. FROM UNPUBLISHED POEMS.

SHALL I TELL ALL THE WORLD.

STANZAS.

YES! 'TWAS BUT ONE CHANCE WORD.

ONCE I WALKED THROUGH A WORLD.

MY HEART!—POOR HEART!

DEPARTURE.

MY BEAUTIFUL.

ALONE! I LOVE TO BE ALONE.

THE BELOVED NAME.

GIVE TO ANOTHER ONE MY PART.

CONSTANCY.

DOUBT.

INCONSTANCY.

A STAR DESERTED BY ITS SUN.

A WHISPERED WORD.

IN FORMER YEARS.

BROKEN HEARTED!—BROKEN HEARTED!

'TIS WELL FOR ME.

LOVE AND PRIDE.

MY LOVE HATH BEEN A LOVELY DREAM.

FAREWELL! LIFE'S MADE UP OF FAREWELLS.

TRUE LOVE.

OH! THAT I COULD BUT LOOK ON THEE!

I LOVE THEE IN ALL WAYS.

REMEMBER ME, AND FORGET ME.

WHENEVER THOU REMEMBEREST ME.

AND ART THOU GONE?

'TIS DONE.

FRIEND, GENTLEST FRIEND.

SELF GOVERNMENT.

TO TELL THEE THAT I LOVE THEE AND TO DIE.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

TO---.

SORROW IS MY PERPETUAL GUEST.

CLOUDS AND SUNSHINE.

THE FATAL RESOLVE.

TO M. S. W., ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1833.

MY TEARS ARE PRISONERS.

THE MAIDEN'S LAMENTATION.

REFORM—LIBERTY—MARCH OF INTELLECT— EQUALITY.

SONNET

TO SILVIO PELLICO.

LINES.

THE PASSION-LIGHTNINGS SEARED AND SCATHED TOO SOON.

STANZAS.

WAKING AT MIDNIGHT.

FAR AWAY!—LONG AGO!

I FLEW TO 'SCAPE FROM LOVE AND THEE.

MOUNTAINEER'S BATTLE SONG.

INEZ TO MANUEL.

HUMAN LIFE.

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MY BEAUTIFUL.

My beautiful!—my beautiful!
Why art thou far from me?
Drear flow the days now—drear and dull,
Since gladness lives with thee!

This World must have the Sun to light
Its disk, with bright rays free,
Or lie all shadowed round with Night—
And I, Love! must have thee!

The Main must have his own fair Moon
His gentle Queen to be,
Or roll, one billowy chaos soon,
And I, Love! must have thee!

The flower must have the South wind's breath,
And, oh!—that flower—the bee—
The sword must have its guardian sheath—
And I, Love! must have thee!