Louisa Stuart Costello
Biography of Louisa Stuart Costello
Louisa Stuart Costello (October 9, 1799 – April 24, 1870), author, was born in Paris, France, near the Seine River (per her death certificate).
She had no true home, but wandered place to place staying with friends and acquaintances. Her brother Dudley Costello (b. 1803 in Sussex d. 1865 from liver failure) drank himself to death after the death of his wife.
She wrote over 100 texts, articles, poems, songs and knew such people as Sir Walter Scott, Charles Dickens, Lord Byron, Thomas Moore. She was a poet, historian, journalist, painter and novelist. Her father was Colonel James Francis Costello, who died in April 1814 while fighting Napoleon.
She did not live chiefly in Paris, in fact she did not return to France until after her mother sent for her in 1815/18 and lived chiefly in Paris, where she was a miniature-painter. In 1815 she published The Maid of the Cyprus Isle, etc.
She also wrote books of travel, which were very popular, as were her novels, chiefly founded on French history. Another work, published in 1835, is Specimens of the Early Poetry of France. She died in Boulogne sur Mer, France of mouth cancer.
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- His Indian Love to Diogo Alvarez
- Lines.—If we should ever meet again
- Lines.—I cannot sleep
- Lines.—When this heart is cold and still
- Miranda's Song
- Song.—Oh, long enough my life has been
- Lines.—Oft on that latest star
- Song.—Since thou wilt banish me
- Song.—'Tis the spot where we parted
- Song of the Crew of Diaz
- Song.—Thy form was fair
- Song for a German Air
- Lines.—Why look'd I on that fatal line
To my Mother
Yes, I have sung of others' woes,
Until they almost seem'd mine own,
And fancy oft will scenes disclose
Whose being was in thought alone:
Her magic power I've cherished long,
And yielded to her soothing sway;
Enchanting is her syren song,
And wild and wond'rous is her way.