Potential Titles: Fanny Kemble [Butler]

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Mists of memory locked within - Fanny Kemble "Absence"

Teach my drooping hope to live - Fanny Kemble "Absence"

Blame not my tears - Fanny Kemble "An Apology"

The sunlight of hope on your heart - Fanny Kemble "An Apology"

The path you now measure - Fanny Kemble "An Apology"

The future still woos you - Fanny Kemble "An Apology"

Woos you with hands full of flowers - Fanny Kemble "An Apology"

Burns me away without control - Fanny Kemble "The Death-Song"

How dim and strange your features - Fanny Kemble "The Death-Song"

The hot mist that veils my eyes - Fanny Kemble "The Death-Song"

Upon my heart lies his first token - Fanny Kemble "The Death-Song"

On the orange grove's waving height - Fanny Kemble"Eastern Sunset"

The rustling flight of the evening breeze - Fanny Kemble"Eastern Sunset"

His nest in the cypress trees - Fanny Kemble"Eastern Sunset"

The joy that young existence yields - Fanny Kemble "An Entreaty"

Let me behold the summer sky - Fanny Kemble "An Entreaty"

And join the wild wind's voice - Fanny Kemble "An Entreaty"

As its bright drops fall starlike - Fanny Kemble "An Entreaty"

Music of the wood, the wave, the wind - Fanny Kemble "An Entreaty"

Clear spring and haunted well - Fanny Kemble "An Entreaty"

Sleeping woods and sheltering mountains - Fanny Kemble "An Entreaty"

Hills of fire gave back the light - Fanny Kemble "Epistle from the Rhine: to Y---, with a bowl of Bohemian glass"

Broke on the stillness of the night - Fanny Kemble "Epistle from the Rhine: to Y---, with a bowl of Bohemian glass"

Conjured upon the glassy wave - Fanny Kemble "Epistle from the Rhine: to Y---, with a bowl of Bohemian glass"

Strains from that mighty hunting-horn - Fanny Kemble "Epistle from the Rhine: to Y---, with a bowl of Bohemian glass"

Wrapped in sullen mist and rain - Fanny Kemble "Epistle from the Rhine: to Y---, with a bowl of Bohemian glass"

With heavy hearts and tearful eyes - Fanny Kemble "Epistle from the Rhine: to Y---, with a bowl of Bohemian glass"

That answered well the weeping skies - Fanny Kemble "Epistle from the Rhine: to Y---, with a bowl of Bohemian glass"

The fairies palace beside the stream - Fanny Kemble "A Farewell"

Hangs on the brow of night - Fanny Kemble "A Farewell"

Shake the fading stars from her robes of light - Fanny Kemble "A Farewell"

Fly no more on my fiery steed - Fanny Kemble "A Farewell"

For three days hold supremacy - Fanny Kemble "Fragment from an epistle written when the thermometer stood at 98 in the shade"

Ever-varying skies contend - Fanny Kemble "Fragment from an epistle written when the thermometer stood at 98 in the shade"

Many a giant oak is sleeping - Fanny Kemble "Fragment from an epistle written when the thermometer stood at 98 in the shade"

Through which the summer rills run weeping - Fanny Kemble "Fragment from an epistle written when the thermometer stood at 98 in the shade"

Chased by legends strange - Fanny Kemble "Fragment [It was harvest time: the broad, bright moon]"

With gray eyes lifted to the moon - Fanny Kemble "Fragment [It was harvest time: the broad, bright moon]"

Plagues inflicted by these angered sprites - Fanny Kemble "Fragment [It was harvest time: the broad, bright moon]"

Grasshopper from out the stubble - Fanny Kemble "Fragment [It was harvest time: the broad, bright moon]"

On the golden margin that binds the silver sea - Fanny Kemble "Fragment [Walking by moonlight on the golden margin]"

The sun gems their pale robes with diamonds - Fanny Kemble "Fragment [Walking by moonlight on the golden margin]"

Wreaths of crimson and yellow foxglove - Fanny Kemble "Fragment [Walking by moonlight on the golden margin]"

Apollo's smile upon its current - Fanny Kemble "Impromptu"

Found its waves were wine - Fanny Kemble "Impromptu"

It flows a sullen stream of tears - Fanny Kemble "Impromptu"

White waves dance along the shore - Fanny Kemble "An Invitation"

Lost in the unknown seas - Fanny Kemble "An Invitation"

Alone in that enchanted desert - Fanny Kemble "An Invitation"

Strange music startle the still air - Fanny Kemble "An Invitation"

'Mid whose wild din I pause - Fanny Kemble "An Invocation"

With steps that do not tire - Fanny Kemble "An Invocation"

These dark days be once gone by - Fanny Kemble "An Invocation"

Doomed beneath the yoke to bow - Fanny Kemble "An Invocation"

Toiling in these caverns dread - Fanny Kemble "An Invocation"

Lest I sink down beneath my load - Fanny Kemble "An Invocation"

The green boughs are beckoning me - Fanny Kemble "A Lament for the Wissahiccon"

Where the gold-green waters run - Fanny Kemble "A Lament for the Wissahiccon"

Into a whirl of boiling snow - Fanny Kemble "A Lament for the Wissahiccon"

The clouds go trooping through - Fanny Kemble "A Lament for the Wissahiccon"

And utter but a whisper of the woes - Fanny Kemble "Lines, Addressed to the Young Gentlemen leaving the Academy at Lenox, Massachusetts"

Mourn not the perishing of each fair toy - Fanny Kemble "Lines, Addressed to the Young Gentlemen leaving the Academy at Lenox, Massachusetts"

Breath like the Indian clove - Fanny Kemble "Lines for Music [Oh, sunny love!"

Nightshade all, with gloomy cypress wove - Fanny Kemble "Lines for Music [Oh, sunny love!"

From Hope's intense desire go - Fanny Kemble "Lines for Music [Good night! from music's softest spell]"

Evening mists of doubt and sorrow - Fanny Kemble "Lines for Music [Good night! from music's softest spell]"

From hours of weary waking - Fanny Kemble "Lines for Music [Good night! from music's softest spell]"

So full of sin and folly - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

With an undiscerning eyes I see - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

The pageant wild go dancing by - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

Bear no badge of roses or of rue - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

In the inmost chambers of my soul - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

The glad sunlight of clear thought - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

A fragrant land with flowers wrought - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

By Fortune's adverse tide - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

Through Time's uncertain day - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

Whose footprints from the earth have vanished - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

Within a summer sun cloud furled - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

With all its gilded snares - Fanny Kemble "Lines, In Answer to a Question"

Welcome unto this dungeon-house - Fanny Kemble "Lines on a Sleeping Child"

All the woe this life awards - Fanny Kemble "Lines on a Sleeping Child"

Sealed by the soft hand of sleep - Fanny Kemble "Lines on a Sleeping Child"

Walk a restless world of dreams - Fanny Kemble "Lines on a Sleeping Child"

Long in bitterness to reach the goal - Fanny Kemble "Lines on a Sleeping Child"

Upon Time's flinty road - Fanny Kemble "Lines on a Sleeping Child"

Extend her poisonous chalice - Fanny Kemble "Lines on a Sleeping Child"

Love its withering sunshine lend - Fanny Kemble "Lines on a Sleeping Child"

Only a more dark eclipse - Fanny Kemble "Lines on a Sleeping Child"

Shrined in yon silent stream - Fanny Kemble "Lines Written at Night"

The vast and cloud-embroidered canopy - Fanny Kemble "Lines Written at Night"

That o'er our shadowy earth hang brooding - Fanny Kemble "Lines Written at Night"

From her midnight throne of ether - Fanny Kemble "Lines Written at Night"

Till the night-stars do the day-star meet - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

And shuddering echoes o'er the water run - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

Consummate voice uttering a voice, from every line - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

Still glows the splendor of the wonderous dreams - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

Slide the black-hooded barks to mystery - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

Who possess the Past's most noble home - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

Who claim the Future's boundless space - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

Whose conquering sails o'ershadow every sea - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

Thy chain shall prove a sand-woven rope - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

The mighty helmsman of the world - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

By the Almighty set at Fortune's wheel - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

Whose ghastly white has been the jailer's cloak - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

The blind crusader standing stony there - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]

The perfect work of wisdom - Fanny Kemble "Lines, Written in London"

The last glance of his vanishing light - Fanny Kemble "The Minstrel's Grave"

Then rest content with sorrow - Fanny Kemble "On a Musical Box"

Once, before we sever, fill me one brimming cup - Mrs. Fanny Kemble Butler "The Parting Pledge" [The Knickerbocker v.22, no.1, July 1843]

No tomorrow smiles on the gloomy path - Mrs. Fanny Kemble Butler "The Parting Pledge" [The Knickerbocker v.22, no.1, July 1843]

In the bitter cup, o'erfilled with sorrow - Mrs. Fanny Kemble Butler "The Parting Pledge" [The Knickerbocker v.22, no.1, July 1843]

One more strain of hands in friendship twining - Mrs. Fanny Kemble Butler "The Parting Pledge" [The Knickerbocker v.22, no.1, July 1843]

In presumption of the daring spirit - Fanny Kemble "The Prayer of a Lonely Heart"

Athwart the leaden sky - Fanny Kemble "A Promise"

The heavy clouds came gathering - Fanny Kemble "A Promise"

Drunk with heaven's tears - Fanny Kemble "A Promise"

Each moaning autumn breeze - Fanny Kemble "A Promise"

All fair things had passed away - Fanny Kemble "A Promise"

Studying the harmony of gentle Shakspeare - Fanny Kemble "A Promise [By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flow]"

On the wild shore of the eternal deep - Fanny Kemble "A Promise [By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flow]"

Mighty waters conquering sweep - Fanny Kemble "A Promise [By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flow]"

When sleep and silence keep their watch - Fanny Kemble "A Promise [In the dark, lonely night]"

All youth's brightest power - Fanny Kemble "A Promise [In the dark, lonely night]"

My nights of burning tears - Fanny Kemble "A Promise [In the dark, lonely night]"

The mountain-tops, where once Hope stood - Fanny Kemble "A Retrospect"

Who with me on my way did walk - Fanny Kemble "A Retrospect"

Sweet scraps of that immortal song - Fanny Kemble "A Retrospect"

That far land where fall no blights - Fanny Kemble "A Retrospect"

Sweet kindred of my exiled soul - Fanny Kemble "A Retrospect"

Dim lands in troubled dreams - Fanny Kemble "Song [Pass thy hand through my hair, lore]"

As the autumn peaches grow - Fanny Kemble "Song [Pass thy hand through my hair, lore]"

The last sunset of hope pass away - Fanny Kemble "Song [When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes]"

Through the still sapphire skies - Fanny Kemble "Song [When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes]"

Wrapt in a halo as soft, and as bright - Fanny Kemble "Song [When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes]"

The pure silver radiance enshrining - Fanny Kemble "Song [When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes]"

How the heavens stoop and gloom - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Art thou already weary of the way?]"

Every step more near the end - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Art thou already weary of the way?]"

Into the fountains of eternal light - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Away, away! bear me away, away]"

Melting in the sun's devouring ray - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Away, away! bear me away, away]"

No desert in the land of life - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn]"

Shall teem with heavenly harvests - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn]"

The strife of hourly being - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile]"

The sharp biting file of action - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile]"

The tightened chain of rough existence - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile]"

The gloom of solemn cypress bowers - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [By jasper founts, whose falling waters make]"

No prying sunbeams break - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [By jasper founts, whose falling waters make]"

Guardian giants of this solitude - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Cover me with your everlasting arms]"

Buried lie in purple beds of thyme - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Cover me with your everlasting arms]"

A voice low in the sunset woods - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [I hear a voice low in the sunset woods]"

In the murmuring of the floods - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [I hear a voice low in the sunset woods]"

The stormy light of his fierce lurid eyes - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [I hear a voice low in the sunset woods]"

A flood of glory hands upon the world - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [I hear a voice low in the sunset woods]"

Bright flood of burning light - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Lady, whom my beloved loves so well!]"

In one eternal pang of memory - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Lady, whom my beloved loves so well!]"

Where the summer bees feed in thyme and clover - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Like one who walketh in a plenteous land]"

Where saffron skies roof in the earth - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Like one who walketh in a plenteous land]"

A sad heart walks through this jubilee - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Like one who walketh in a plenteous land]"

Wander hand in hand with Thought - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Oft let me wander hand in hand with Thought]"

And wake poor sobbing Echo - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Oft let me wander hand in hand with Thought]"

Unhallowed mirth shrieks frantic laughter - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Oh weary, weary world! how full thou art]"

Whirling in dizzy trance - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Oh weary, weary world! how full thou art]"

Who bear aloft the overflowing cup - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Oh weary, weary world! how full thou art]"

In Time's storehouse lie days, hours, and moments - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Say thou not sadly, "never," and "no more,"]"

Unknown hoards of joy - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Say thou not sadly, "never," and "no more,"]"

Spirit of all sweet sounds - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air]"

That through the rustling corn run chattering - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air]"

My veins run liquid flame - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [There's not a fibre in my trembling frame]"

Not a fibre in my trembling frame - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [There's not a fibre in my trembling frame]"

Swim in eddying whirls of passion - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [There's not a fibre in my trembling frame]"

A cold and bitter consciousness - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [There's not a fibre in my trembling frame]"

Doomed to till full sore - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil]"

Nightshade of the soul - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil]"

And watched with sleepless care - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil]"

Visions Time's dark wing effaces - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet ['Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all]"

Visions Hope's bright finger traces - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet ['Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all]"

A thousand thoughts of sunny weather - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Whene'er I recollect the happy time]"

Lime and silver hawthorn twined - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Whene'er I recollect the happy time]"

Some sunny dream of river, field, and sky - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Whene'er I recollect the happy time]"

Wafted on the blackbird's sunset song - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Whene'er I recollect the happy time]"

Some wild snatch of ancient melody - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Whene'er I recollect the happy time]"

'Twixt the last violet and the earliest rose - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Whene'er I recollect the happy time]"

Whose cheek bears pleasure's sleepless flush - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet: Written at four o'clock in the morning, after a ball"

From the bright eastern door - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet: Written at four o'clock in the morning, after a ball"

Lie bound with thongs of fire - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet: Written at four o'clock in the morning, after a ball"

Where the sun's shafts lie bound - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet: Written at four o'clock in the morning, after a ball"

Day's chariot-wheels upon th' horizon - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet: Written at four o'clock in the morning, after a ball"

The bitterest tears we shed - Fanny Kemble "'Tis an Old Tale and Often Told"

Your fond eyes and yearning hearts - Fanny Kemble "'Tis an Old Tale and Often Told"

Upon the face of this blank earth - Fanny Kemble "'Tis an Old Tale and Often Told"

Too common to deserve a tear - Fanny Kemble "'Tis an Old Tale and Often Told"

Her frozen heart denies - Fanny Kemble "'Tis an Old Tale and Often Told"

One dark, fatal, deep eclipse - Fanny Kemble "'Tis an Old Tale and Often Told"

When the year begins to wane - Fanny Kemble "To --- [I would I might be with thee, when the year]"

Wild requiems for the summer that is gone - Fanny Kemble "To --- [I would I might be with thee, when the year]"

Filling the brief space of one mortal hour - Fanny Kemble "To --- [I would I might be with thee, when the year]"

Wither our spirits stray - Fanny Kemble "To --- [Is it a sin to wish that I may meet thee]"

When sleep and darkness follow - Fanny Kemble "To --- [Is it a sin to wish that I may meet thee]"

Wish the staring sunlight gone - Fanny Kemble "To --- [Is it a sin to wish that I may meet thee]"

Day and its thousand torturing moments - Fanny Kemble "To --- [Is it a sin to wish that I may meet thee]"

Of the blessing from the sod - Fanny Kemble "To --- [What recks the sun, how weep the heavy flowers]"

Have found my sin's sharp scourge - Fanny Kemble "To --- [What recks the sun, how weep the heavy flowers]"

The laugh with silver sound - Fanny Kemble "To --- [When the dawn]"

The night with solemn eyes - Fanny Kemble "To --- [When the dawn]"

Tread those well known paths - Fanny Kemble "To --- [When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky]"

When the warm hearth throws its bright glow - Fanny Kemble "To --- [When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky]"

Wakes with its joyous sound the soul of mirth - Fanny Kemble "To --- [When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky]"

And the wild winds sang requiem - Fanny Kemble "To --- [When we first met, dark wintry skies were glooming]"

No spell to waken sense - Fanny Kemble "To a Picture"

My fond prayers and wild idolatry - Fanny Kemble "To a Picture"

Loathing the heavy chains that bind - Fanny Kemble "To a Star"

That misery perhaps is found - Fanny Kemble "To a Star"

A world of sorrow and of sin - Fanny Kemble "To a Star"

Life's sweetest buds fall withered - Fanny Kemble "To a Star"

Hope's bright wings in the dark earth - Fanny Kemble "To a Star"

Time beckons on the hours - Fanny Kemble "To Miss ---"

And in her train the hour of parting - Fanny Kemble "To Miss ---"

A stream of sad and solemn splendour - Fanny Kemble "To Mrs. --- [I never shall forget thee--'tis a word]"

The Power that lent such gifts - Fanny Kemble "To Mrs. --- [I never shall forget thee--'tis a word]"

And guide it safely to the port at last - Fanny Kemble "To Mrs. --- [I never shall forget thee--'tis a word]"

Wander through this dismal earth - Fanny Kemble "To My Guardian Angel"

Whose guardian wings hung o'er me - Fanny Kemble "To My Guardian Angel"

Listen now to that one note - Fanny Kemble "To the Nightingale"

Youngest and fairest of the four - Fanny Kemble "To the Spring"

A thousand germs of light and beauty - Fanny Kemble "To the Spring"

Wherein a thousand winged minstrels meet - Fanny Kemble "To the Spring"

The work-song of the early bees - Fanny Kemble "To the Spring"

White blossoms fondly murmuring - Fanny Kemble "To the Spring"

All steeped in starry dew - Fanny Kemble "To the Spring"

Clasp my hands over my weary eyes - Fanny Kemble "To the Wissahiccon"

When once my sail is shadowed - Fanny Kemble "To the Wissahiccon"

From stony rifts of granite gray - Fanny Kemble "To the Wissahiccon"

Eclipse the midnight moon's soft ray - Fanny Kemble "To Thomas Moore, Esq."

Bound with the laurel of victory - Fanny Kemble "To Thomas Moore, Esq."

Crowned with the halo of liberty - Fanny Kemble "To Thomas Moore, Esq."

On the listening ear of night - Fanny Kemble "To Thomas Moore, Esq."

Bound by her emerald zone - Fanny Kemble "Venice"

That now breathe the universal air - Fanny Kemble "The Vision of Life"

That in the womb of Time yet sleep - Fanny Kemble "The Vision of Life"

Every sound of war triumphant - Fanny Kemble "The Vision of Life"

The ceaseless stream of worshippers - Fanny Kemble "The Vision of Life"

The full chorus of their midnight song - Fanny Kemble "The Wind"

No terror in the lightning's glare - Fanny Kemble "The Wind"

Upon the emblazoned leaf of fame - Fanny Kemble "A Wish [Let me not die forever when I'm laid]"

Purple wreaths of mournful nightshade - Fanny Kemble "A Wish [Oh! that I were a fairy sprite, to wander]"

The rocks that lock with loitering feet - Fanny Kemble "Written After Leaving West Point"

Crept down into its depths - Fanny Kemble "Written After Leaving West Point"

Love was melting our two souls - Fanny Kemble "Written After Leaving West Point"

The wings of fire are furled - Fanny Kemble "Written After Spending a Day at West Point"

Looking upon the never-resting earth - Fanny Kemble "Written After Spending a Day at West Point"

Where has fled the happy dream - Fanny Kemble "Written After Spending a Day at West Point"

The mountains with their tangled hair - Fanny Kemble "Written After Spending a Day at West Point"

The wild torrent's snowy, leaping feet - Fanny Kemble "Written After Spending a Day at West Point"

To which our footsteps never shall return - Fanny Kemble "Written After Spending a Day at West Point"

No more will mingle with the dirge - Fanny Kemble "Written on Cramond Beach]"

Filling with awful harmony the air - Fanny Kemble "Written on Cramond Beach]"


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