Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
Translation From Millevoye
... Poor wither'd leaf, where goest thou ...
An Evening Song
... Good night, dear love! God bless thee with His grace! ...
Despair
... Nothing will I behold, naught feel, naught hear, ...
Lines. "Here be the free gifts of the morning for thee"
... With passionate love, which makes them look so blushing ...
A Room In The Villa Taverna
... Swept the twin flights of steps, with their stone vases, ...
Faith
... Had blessed one's life with true believing ...
Sonnet On An Edelweiss
... The glacier's sapphire clefts and glittering plain, ...
Translation From Alfred De Mussets Ode To Malibran
... Though struck down in the strife claim its trophies as theirs ...
The Woods
... The shuddering leaves, the hidden water springs, ...
Impromptu (VI)
... Or make it soon to-morrow ...
Winter
... His breath, like sharp-edged arrows, pierced the air ...
To My Sister
... And shouting loud for joy, from Heaven's blue floor, ...
Song. "When the sun rises where will you be"
... Treading the heather or breasting the brine: ...
The Years Progress
... Piled the green hedgerows with their heaps of bloom, ...
The Landgraff
... Make towards these fiends our Landgraff hard ...
