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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)

I, II, III.

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

[dedication]

SONNET DEDICATORY. TO THE QUEEN.

SKETCHES AND SHADOWINGS.

QUEEN BERENGARIA'S COURTESY.

A THOUGHT.

SONNET.

THE TEMPLE OF JUPITER SERAPIS AT POZZUOLI.

THE ISLAND OF CAPRI.

SONNET TO THE SAME.

ENGLAND.

ON PASSING A CORPSE LYING IN STATE AT NAPLES.

THE DISCONSOLATE YOUNG LADY.

THE SPANISH MAIDEN'S SORROW.

THE SEARCH FOR HAPPINESS.

SONNET.

HADDON HALL.

CHILDHOOD'S MERRIMENT.

FAIR SEA!

THE BEAUTIFUL BARQUE!

THE WAVES COME SHOREWARDS ROLLING ON.

AWAY THEN TO THE FESTAL SCENE.

THE WARRIOR'S FUNERAL.

FAILURES AND DISAPPOINTMENTS.

LINES FROM A MS. POEM.

DEEP IN THY DARK, DARK EYE.

THE MARRIAGE PEAL AND PASSING BELL.

THE SINKING SUN.

NOTHING, NOTHING E'ER IS LOST.

HOW GLAD THIS HEART.

MORNING!

SOMETIMES THINK OF ME.

SORROW'S CLOUD.

VOICES FROM THE DEAD.

ROSES.

THE EMIGRANTS.

THE DELIGHTS OF THE DREAMER.

THE SOUND OF BEES.

THOU NEED'ST NOT TELL.

THE FAIR SPOT.

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.

SWEET FLOWERS.

ONCE I WAS BLESSED.

AND THOU CANST FAITHLESS.

AWAY UNTO THE WOODLAND SCENES!

SUNSET AT MOLA DE GAETA.

SONNET ON MY CHILD'S BIRTH-DAY.

SONNET.

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.

FROM “INEZ,” A MS. POEM.

ON ------'S BIRTHDAY.

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

O'ER VINEYARD GROUNDS.

ALAS! WHY ART THOU FAR?

SONNET.

THE LAND OF BEAUTY.

SONNET ON GALILEO.

THE MAIDEN'S SONG OF SORROW.

THE VOICE OF WAVES.

SONNET.

THE CAMPAGNA OF ROME.

I THINK OF THEE.

HUMAN LIFE.

THE ANGEL-SWEETNESS OF THY SMILE.

COME TO ME.

SONNET.

BUT LET ME LOOK ON THEE.

MY SOUL IS WITH THEE.

SUNSHINE THROUGH FOLIAGE.

GIVE ME A PLACE WITHIN THY HEART!

I HEARD MY DOOM.

THOUGHTS.

LINES FROM A MS. POEM.

MY THOUGHTS ARE FOLLOWERS IN THY TRAIN.

ABSENCE AND PRESENCE.

ENOUGH, ENOUGH!

ADIEU! THOU GLORIOUS ITALY!

MANUEL TO INEZ.

SONNET.

STRANGE!—THOUGHTS GLIMPSE THOUGHTS.

NOW MORNING AFTER MORNING DAWNS.

NO BIRD THAT SINGS IN SUMMER'S BOWERS.

SPEAK TO ME.

THE SORROWS OF ABSENCE.

MY THOUGHTS SPEED O'ER THE RESTLESS WATERS.

FORGIVE ME.

SONNET.

THE CAMPO SANTO, AT NAPLES.

SONNET.

SONNET ON THE SAME SUBJECT.

SONNET, ON A PICTURE.

THE STAR'S REFLECTION.

SONNET.

EARTH'S LOFTY SPIRITS.

THEY PARTED.

TO ME ALIKE.

SONNET.

FOR THE BITTERNESS AND MOURNING.

CHILDREN ROUND A NEW-MADE GRAVE.

THE MEMORY OF DELIGHT.

THE BLUE, BRIGHT SKIES.

CLOUDS! LOVELY CLOUDS.

GENTLE DOVES!

I KNOW I LOVE THEE.

THE SONG TO THE ROSE.

A CHURCHYARD AT EVENING.

PRIDE'S VOW.

TIME AND ABSENCE.

WEEP NOT BECAUSE I WEEP.

REMEMBERED MUSIC.

LOVE'S FIRST DAYS.

OH, NO! THOU DOST NOT LOVE ME!

SONNET.

NIGHT'S SHADOWS.

ABSENCE IN PRESENCE.

LINES FROM INEZ, A MS. POEM.

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.

OH! LET ME BREATHE A LIGHTER AIR!

SONNET.

I LOVE THEE, SURELY.

I SEND THEE SOME FEW FLOWERS.

SWEET BIRD!

THE HOUR OF SHADOWS.

SONNET.

CHILDHOOD'S LAUGHTER.

THOU KNOWEST NOT THAT I LOVE THEE!

SONNET.

A THOUGHT IN SPRING.

SONNET.

I AM WEARY OF MY THOUGHTS.

LINES FROM “INEZ.” (A MS. POEM.)

SONNET.

HUMAN JUDGMENTS.

FROM “INEZ,” A MS. POEM.

SONNET.

SORROW'S RICHES.

I SAW THE SHIVERED GOBLET.

THE LAMP—THE LYRE—THE HEART!

LINES FROM “INEZ,” A MS. POEM.

THOUGHTS—LOVELIEST THOUGHTS!

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ENOUGH, ENOUGH!

Enough, enough for me to know
That thou art glad and blest!
Then though I ne'er may smile in joy!
At least in peace I rest.

My love hath but one wish on earth—
Thy precious happiness;
It thinks not of itself at all
In its intense excess!

Hope never fanned its purest flame
With her enchanted wing;
Nor Fancy o'er the dream divine
A rainbowed light did fling!

In truth and singleness I love,
And dream of no return.
Hope, Hope! methinks, without thy breath
The flame doth brightlier burn:—

For selfishness and vanity
Oft follow in thy train:—
I spurn from me all selfish thoughts,
And scorn all fancies vain!

Oh! Hope ne'er smiled serene on me,
My passion to befriend:
In hopelessness my love began,
In hopelessness to end!

Enough, enough for me to know
That thou art glad and blest!
It matters little from what source,—
And matters least the rest!

Though I be doomed to lonely lot,
(As I must be, I feel!—)
I cannot fail in part to share,
If I but know—thy weal!—

Then, Hope, I ask thee not thy smile,
That gilds this life, to lend!
In hopelessness my love began,
In hopelessness shall end!