Poems by Frances Anne Kemble
Written On Cramond Beach
... When thy vast soul and mine were joined in prayer ...
Written After Leaving West Point
... Those blessed hours, when the bright day was past, ...
To Shakespeare (I)
... Where now thou dwell'st, spirit powerful and sweet! ...
The Wind
... That breaks its red track through the trackless air ...
Sonnet. "Oh weary, weary world! how full thou art"
... In thy fierce turmoil, where shall the sad heart, ...
Epistle From Thhe Rhine
... Foamed round that whirlpool dread and deep, ...
Impromptu (III)
... Would Heaven, indulgent, hear my heartfelt prayer, ...
The Parting
... The earth was drunk with heaven's tears, ...
Song. "When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes"
... On some bright orb that seems, through the still, sapphire skies, ...
To------.
... My hands have lost their strength and skillmy breast, ...
Sonnet. "Have you not heard that in some deep-seal'd graves"
... The piercing light and the keen breath of life ...
A Vision Of The Vatican
... And, looking back through the vast halls profound, ...
Lines Written At Belvoir Castle, 1883
... And the fine spirit of kindly, courteous grace, ...
Translation From Victor Hugo
... Though the frail spray bendsfor he knows he has wings ...
Sonnet. "Though thou return unto the former things"
... Fields, woods, and gardens, where thy feet have strayed ...
