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Poems

By Frances Anne Kemble

Kemble, Fanny (1809-1893)

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LINES WRITTEN AT NIGHT, August 9th, 1825.

TO MISS SARAH SIDDONS.

EASTERN SUNSET.

FAREWELL TO ITALY.

THE RED INDIAN.

LAMENT FOR ISRAEL.

TO MRS. HENRY SIDDONS.

A SPIRIT'S VOICE.

TO THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.

THE MINSTREL'S GRAVE.

ON A FORGET-ME-NOT

ON A MUSICAL BOX.

TO THE PICTURE OF A LADY.

WRITTEN ON CRAMOND BEACH.

TO HARRIET ST. LEGER.

THE VISION OF LIFE.

SONNET TO MRS. JAMESON,

TO MY GUARDIAN ANGEL.

SONNET TO HARRIET ST. LEGER.

TO THE NIGHTINGALE.

TO MRS. NORTON.

LINES FOR MUSIC.

LINES FOR MUSIC.

LINES ON A SLEEPING CHILD.

LINES WRITTEN AT SEA.

LINES WRITTEN AT SEA.

SATURDAY NIGHT SONG AT SEA.

TO MRS. DULANEY.

LINES TO MISS ST. LEGER.

WRITTEN AT TRENTON FALLS.

A LAMENT FOR THE WISSAHICCON.

TO THE WISSAHICCON.

THE DEATH-SONG.

WRITTEN AFTER LEAVING WEST POINT.

WRITTEN AFTER SPENDING A DAY AT WEST POINT.

LINES TO ------.

ON A HOLLOW FRIENDSHIP.

LINES FOR MUSIC.

AN EVENING SONG.

“'TIS AN OLD TALE AND OFTEN TOLD.”

THE PRAYER OF A LONELY HEART.

EPISTLE FROM THE RHINE.

WRITTEN AT TRENTON FALLS.

A NOONDAY VISION.

A LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS.

A REJECTED LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS.

A REJECTED LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS.

WRITTEN IN A DIARY.

ARRIVAL IN ROME.

LIFE.

LINES ON THE ANIO AT TIVOLI.

THE SIREN'S CAVE AT TIVOLI.

HADRIAN'S VILLA.

THE AUTUMN CYCLAMEN.

A ROOM IN THE VILLA TAVERNA.

THE FELLOWSHIP OF GENIUS.

GENIUS AND LOVE.

ON A SYMPHONY OF BEETHOVEN.

UPON A BRANCH OF FLOWERING ACACIA.

VERSES ON ROME.

CLOSE OF OUR SUMMER AT FRASCATI.

A VISION OF THE VATICAN.

THE YEAR'S PROGRESS.

THE BLACK WALLFLOWER.

SONNET ON THE AMERICAN WAR.

SONNET ON THE AMERICAN WAR.

SONNET ON THE AMERICAN WAR.

THE FALL OF RICHMOND.

TO SHAKESPEARE.

TO SHAKESPEARE.

TO SHAKESPEARE.

THE WRECK OF THE BIRKENHEAD,

TO LADY ANNABELLA NOEL.

TO EMILIA LOVATELLI,

A GERMAN LEGEND.

LINES FOR MUSIC.

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.

“LIFE IS BEFORE US.”

LINES WRITTEN AT BELVOIR CASTLE, 1883.

SONNET ON AN EDELWEISS.

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LIFE.

At morn—a mountain ne'er to be climbed o'er,
A horn of plenty, lengthening evermore;
At noon—the countless hour-sands pouring fast,
Waves that we scarce can see as they run past;
At night—a pageant over ere begun,
A course not even measured and yet run,
A short mysterious tale—suddenly done.
At first—a heap of treasure, heaven-high;
At last—a failing purse, shrunk, lean, and beggarly.