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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SONGS, &c. FROM UNPUBLISHED POEMS.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!

THE PICTURE.

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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THE PICTURE.

Like the fond Corinthian maid,
Thy bright likeness, love, I trace—
Every feature shines displayed;
Every feature of thy face!

But, alas!—more painful far—
Mine's a more laborious part—
Throbbing-quick my tablets are—
Still I trace it on my heart!

Like the fond Corinthian still
I thy likeness—love! design—
With Devotion's care and skill;
Till the work's like thee—divine!

But, alas!—once, once she drew—
That form she lived but to adore;
I my labour still renew—
Ten hundred thousand times and more!