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By Frances Anne Kemble

Kemble, Fanny (1809-1893)

EARLY POEMS.

LINES WRITTEN AT NIGHT, August 9th, 1825.

VENICE.

TO MISS SARAH SIDDONS.

TO MRS. HENRY SIDDONS.

TO THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.

THE MINSTREL'S GRAVE.

TO THE PICTURE OF A LADY.

FRAGMENT.

SONNET.

WRITTEN ON CRAMOND BEACH.

TO HARRIET ST. LEGER.

SONNET.

THE VISION OF LIFE.

SONNET TO MRS. JAMESON,

TO MY GUARDIAN ANGEL.

SONNET.

SONNET TO HARRIET ST. LEGER.

LINES FOR MUSIC.

LINES ON A SLEEPING CHILD.

SONNET.

TO A PICTURE.

LINES WRITTEN AT SEA.

SATURDAY NIGHT SONG AT SEA.

LINES TO MISS ST. LEGER.

BALLAD.

LINES.

WRITTEN AT TRENTON FALLS.

A LAMENT FOR THE WISSAHICCON.

TO THE WISSAHICCON.

THE DEATH-SONG.

WRITTEN AFTER LEAVING WEST POINT.

FRAGMENT

AN APOLOGY.

WRITTEN AFTER SPENDING A DAY AT WEST POINT.

ON A HOLLOW FRIENDSHIP.

“'TIS AN OLD TALE AND OFTEN TOLD.”

SONNET.

SONG.

THE PRAYER OF A LONELY HEART.

EPISTLE FROM THE RHINE.

SONNET.

LINES

WRITTEN AT TRENTON FALLS.

A LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS.

A REJECTED LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS.

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 LANDGRAFF.

THE FELLOWSHIP OF GENIUS.

ON A SYMPHONY OF BEETHOVEN.

EVENING.

UPON A BRANCH OF FLOWERING ACACIA.

VERSES ON ROME.

DESPAIR.

SCRAPS.

[Raise it to Heaven, when thine eye fills with tears]

[Youth with swift feet walks onward in the way]

LINES

CLOSE OF OUR SUMMER AT FRASCATI.

A SUMMONS.

TORRE NUOVO.

TO PIUS IX.

A VISION OF THE VATICAN.

DEPARTING.

THE YEAR'S PROGRESS.

THE BLACK WALLFLOWER.

DREAM-LAND.

TO MY SISTER

SONNET ON THE AMERICAN WAR.

THE FALL OF RICHMOND.

THE WRECK OF THE BIRKENHEAD,

SONNET.

WAKING.

TO LADY ANNABELLA NOEL.

LINES WRITTEN AT BELVOIR CASTLE, 1883.

SONNET ON AN EDELWEISS.

SONNET.

TRANSLATIONS.

FROM ALFRED DE MUSSET'S ODE TO MALIBRAN.

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LINES FOR MUSIC.

Loud wind, strong wind, where art thou blowing?
Into the air, the viewless air,
To be lost there,
There am I blowing.

Clear wave, swift wave, where art thou flowing?
Unto the sea, the boundless sea,
To be whelmed there,
There am I flowing.

Young life, swift life, where art thou going?
Down to the grave, the loathsome grave,
To moulder there,
There am I going.