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Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems

By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols

Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline (1806-1855)

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I, II, III.

VOL. I., VOL. II., VOL. III.

SONNET DEDICATORY. TO THE QUEEN.

SONNET DEDICATORY. TO THE QUEEN.

SKETCHES AND SHADOWINGS.

QUEEN BERENGARIA'S COURTESY.

THE TEMPLE OF JUPITER SERAPIS AT POZZUOLI.

THE ISLAND OF CAPRI.

SONNET TO THE SAME.

ON PASSING A CORPSE LYING IN STATE AT NAPLES.

THE DISCONSOLATE YOUNG LADY.

EARTH'S VANITIES.

THE ZEGRI MAIDEN.

SONNET TO NAPLES.

TO THE NIGTINGALE.

THE TOMB'S REPROOF.

THE SPANISH MAIDEN'S SORROW.

THE SEARCH FOR HAPPINESS.

CHILDHOOD'S MERRIMENT.

THE BEAUTIFUL BARQUE!

THE WAVES COME SHOREWARDS ROLLING ON.

THE FALLING LEAF.

AWAY! OH, AWAY!

THE MOON'S LIGHT.

DEAR WILD FLOWERS.

TO THE BUTTERFLY.

TWILIGHT AND PEACE.

THE SAGE'S HERITAGE.

AWAY THEN TO THE FESTAL SCENE.

THE WARRIOR'S FUNERAL.

THE GHASTLY GUEST.

I DO NOT CHIDE THEE.

A BEAUTIFUL SCENE.

BONDS OF UNION.

FAILURES AND DISAPPOINTMENTS.

LINES TO ------.

A DREAM OF DEATH.

THE SONG OF DEATH.

EARTH'S WEARY ONES.

LINES FROM A MS. POEM.

DEEP IN THY DARK, DARK EYE.

THE SKY-LARK NOW.

SORROW AND JOY.

AN INFANT'S FUNERAL.

THE MARRIAGE PEAL AND PASSING BELL.

THE SINKING SUN.

NOTHING, NOTHING E'ER IS LOST.

HOW GLAD THIS HEART.

SOMETIMES THINK OF ME.

SORROW'S CLOUD.

VOICES FROM THE DEAD.

THE DELIGHTS OF THE DREAMER.

THE SOUND OF BEES.

THOU NEED'ST NOT TELL.

I MOVE THROUGH MANY SHADOWS.

AND ARE WE STRANGERS?

OH! OFTTIMES IN THE FESTAL HALL.

STANZAS.

I SEE THEE NOT.

ON THE BROAD BLAZONED ROLLS.

ONCE I WAS BLESSED.

AND THOU CANST FAITHLESS.

AWAY UNTO THE WOODLAND SCENES!

SUNSET AT MOLA DE GAETA.

SEA! LOVELY SEA!

FAIR FAIRY DAYS.

SONNET ON MY CHILD'S BIRTH-DAY.

MY EARTHWARD-CLINGING HOPES.

BEAUTIFUL SUMMER.

THE SEA AT TERRACINA.

OH! THAT MY HEART.

I BLESS THEE, LOVE!

PARODY ON THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN.

THE CHARMS OF MORNING.

NATURE'S SCENES.

FROM “INEZ,” A MS. POEM.

THE DEATH OF HOPE.

FANCY AND FEELING.

ON ------'S BIRTHDAY.

SONNET SUGGESTED BY A GROUPE OF SCULPTURE AT THE CHURCH OF ST. SEVERINO, AT NAPLES.

THE RETURN HOME.

THE HEART'S POWER.

SONNETS TO DR. W--- ON HIS PROJECTED NEW TRANSLATION OF THE BIBLE.

THE BACKWARD SPRING.

THOSE WHO LOVE NOT.

THE SOUL'S UNREST.

O'ER VINEYARD GROUNDS.

ALAS! WHY ART THOU FAR?

THE LAND OF BEAUTY.

SONNET ON GALILEO.

THE MAIDEN'S SONG OF SORROW.

THE VOICE OF WAVES.

THE CAMPAGNA OF ROME.

I THINK OF THEE.

THE ANGEL-SWEETNESS OF THY SMILE.

BUT LET ME LOOK ON THEE.

THE FALSE-HEARTED.

MANUAL TO INEZ.

MY SOUL IS WITH THEE.

SUNSHINE THROUGH FOLIAGE.

GIVE ME A PLACE WITHIN THY HEART!

I HEARD MY DOOM.

LINES FROM A MS. POEM.

MY THOUGHTS ARE FOLLOWERS IN THY TRAIN.

ABSENCE AND PRESENCE.

NEVER THINK I LOVE.

SONG OF THE DYING.

THE DEATH OF DAY.

ENOUGH, ENOUGH!

ADIEU! THOU GLORIOUS ITALY!

MANUEL TO INEZ.

STRANGE!—THOUGHTS GLIMPSE THOUGHTS.

NOW MORNING AFTER MORNING DAWNS.

NO BIRD THAT SINGS IN SUMMER'S BOWERS.

THE SORROWS OF ABSENCE.

THE BAY OF NAPLES.

OH, PITY THOSE!

STAMPED ON MY MIND.

SONNET ON NIAGARA.

MY THOUGHTS SPEED O'ER THE RESTLESS WATERS.

THE CAMPO SANTO, AT NAPLES.

SONNET ON THE SAME SUBJECT.

SONNET ON THE SAME SUBJECT.

SONNET, ON A PICTURE.

SEAS AND MOUNTAINS.

THE STAR'S REFLECTION.

EARTH'S LOFTY SPIRITS.

FOR THE BITTERNESS AND MOURNING.

HOPE AND HAPPINESS.

SPRING'S YOUNG DAYS.

ONE WORD WITH THEE!

A LESSON IN SORROW.

THE WORLD OF GRAVES.

I WILL NOT LISTEN.

THE HEART'S HISTORY.

THE NIGHT OF SORROW.

CHILDREN ROUND A NEW-MADE GRAVE.

THE MEMORY OF DELIGHT.

THE BLUE, BRIGHT SKIES.

THE LAST MEETING.

ONE MORE FAREWELL!

A TRANCE OF THOUGHT.

CLOUDS! LOVELY CLOUDS.

I KNOW I LOVE THEE.

THE SONG TO THE ROSE.

HOPE, I ABJURE THEE!

THE BURIED SECRET.

THE NAME OF DEATH.

THE POWERS OF NIGHT.

A CHURCHYARD AT EVENING.

TIME AND ABSENCE.

WEEP NOT BECAUSE I WEEP.

REMEMBERED MUSIC.

LOVE'S FIRST DAYS.

OH, NO! THOU DOST NOT LOVE ME!

NIGHT'S SHADOWS.

ABSENCE IN PRESENCE.

LINES FROM INEZ, A MS. POEM.

THE NIGHT COMES ON.

I SAW THY TEARS.

TO MADAME CARADORI, SINGING.

THE CHANGE OF SEASONS.

IT IS THE VOICE OF SPRING.

OH! COULD WE LOVE BUT LITTLE!

THERE ARE TREASURES.

A FAIR, GOOD MORNING.

THY MEMORY AND THY TEARS.

GOOD NIGHT!—GOOD NIGHT!—

THE FATAL TRUTH.

I HAVE THOUGHT ON MY DOOM.

THE MORNING HOUR.

LOW SIGH OF LOVE.

GO, AND BE HAPPY!

THEY SPEAK OF THEE!

WHERE ART THOU?

THIS CHANGED HEART.

OH! LET ME BREATHE A LIGHTER AIR!

I LOVE THEE, SURELY.

I SEND THEE SOME FEW FLOWERS.

THE HOUR OF SHADOWS.

CHILDHOOD'S LAUGHTER.

THOU KNOWEST NOT THAT I LOVE THEE!

A THOUGHT IN SPRING.

I AM WEARY OF MY THOUGHTS.

THEN THINK OF ME!

THE DEATH-BELL.

THE WORLD OF NATURE.

LINES FROM “INEZ.” (A MS. POEM.)

HUMAN JUDGMENTS.

FROM “INEZ,” A MS. POEM.

SORROW'S RICHES.

I SAW THE SHIVERED GOBLET.

THE LAMP—THE LYRE—THE HEART!

LINES FROM “INEZ,” A MS. POEM.

THOUGHTS—LOVELIEST THOUGHTS!

A LAST FAREWELL.

FLOWERS IN LONDON.

SONNET TO ------.

SONNET TO ------.

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STANZAS.

[It is joy, it is rapture to dwell near to thee]

It is joy, it is rapture to dwell near to thee;
Must these hours like the rapid-winged summer birds flee?
Must these hours like the flowers of the summer-shine fade?
Must silence o'ercome them, and sorrow, and shade?

It is joy, it is rapture near thee, love, to dwell,
And that joy by my soul is prized deeply and well;
Must these hours of enchantment, these hours of delight,
Ever vanish and sink beneath Fate's ruthless blight?

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Oh! awhile Life's rich wealth of deliciousness seems
Concentered, contained in these hours and their dreams;
Every thought that up springs in my mind seems to be
In itself a deep happiness, soaring and free.

I look round, and this world seems a world all of bliss,
For the heart's joy can brighten e'en worlds dark as this;
And yet something is whispering still to that heart,
This is joy—this is triumph—yet glad hours depart!

Oh! how soon might my fabric of bliss melt away,
Since wert thou, Love, to leave me what hope then would stay?
And these hours so enchanting and bright to my Soul,
Towards the darkness of ruin should stormily roll.