Frances Anne Kemble

(27 November 1809 - 15 January 1893 / London, England)

Frances Anne Kemble
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Frances Anne Kemble, was a notable British actress from a theatre family in the early and mid-nineteenth century. She also was a well-known and popular writer, whose published works included plays, poetry, eleven volumes of memoirs, travel and works about the theatre. In 1834 she married an American, Pierce Mease Butler, heir to cotton, tobacco and rice plantations and hundreds of slaves on the Sea Islands of Georgia.

They spent the winter of 1838-1839 at the plantations, and Kemble kept a diary of her observations. She returned to the theatre after their separation in 1847 and toured major cities of the United States. Although her memoir circulated in abolitionist circles, Kemble... more »

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  • Grantley Kemble (8/8/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    I have been fascinated with this woman, who is one of my forebears and the Niece [? ] of John Philip Kemble whose somewhat diminutive earthly form is commemorated in a statue in Westminster Abbey, for many years. I came across the volume of memeoirs of a geaorgian plantation in a university library when I was an undergrad there. Her poetry - to me is haunting and conveys a link of loneliness of spirit across the years that I almost fell I could reach out and kiss her on the cheek to make it better.

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The golden hinges of the year have turned—
Spring, and the summer, and the harvest time
Have come, and gone; and on the threshold stands
The withered Winter, stretching forth his hands
To take my rose from me;—which he will wear
On his bleak bosom, all the bitter months
While the earth and I remain disconsolate.
My rose!—with the soft vesture of her leaves,
Gathered all round the secrets of her heart
In crimson fragrant folds,—within her bower
Of fair fresh green, guarded with maiden thorns.
O withered Winter! keep my blossom safe!
Thou shalt not kiss her ...

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