Louisa Stuart Costello

(1799-1870 / France)

Louisa Stuart Costello Poems

1. Eastern Song 1/1/2004
2. His Indian Love To Diogo Alvarez 1/1/2004
3. Lines.—i Cannot Sleep 1/1/2004
4. Lines.—if We Should Ever Meet Again 1/1/2004
5. Lines.—oft On That Latest Star 1/1/2004
6. Lines.—when This Heart Is Cold And Still 1/1/2004
7. Lines.—why Look'D I On That Fatal Line 1/1/2004
8. Medjnoon In His Solitude 1/1/2004
9. Memory 1/1/2004
10. Miranda's Song 1/1/2004
11. Night, On The Sea-Shore 1/1/2004
12. November Fifth 1/1/2004
13. Song For A German Air 1/1/2004
14. Song Of The Crew Of Diaz 1/1/2004
15. Song.—if Those Dark Eyes 1/1/2004
16. Song.—in Early Days 1/1/2004
17. Song.—oh, Had I Ne'Er Beheld Thee 1/1/2004
18. Song.—oh, Long Enough My Life Has Been 1/1/2004
19. Song.—since Thou Wilt Banish Me 1/1/2004
20. Song.—the Transient Time 1/1/2004
21. Song.—this Mournful Heart 1/1/2004
22. Song.—thou Art Gone 1/1/2004
23. Song.—thou Wert Lovely 1/1/2004
24. Song.—thy Form Was Fair 1/1/2004
25. Song.—'Tis The Spot Where We Parted 1/1/2004
26. Song.—when Others Saw Thee 1/1/2004
27. Song.—yes, I Had Hope 1/1/2004
28. Spanish Song 1/1/2004
29. Spirit's Song 1/1/2004
30. Sylph's Song 1/1/2004
31. The Adieu 1/1/2004
32. The Cape Of The Caba Rumia 1/1/2004
33. The Destroying Spirit 1/1/2004
34. The Dreamer On The Sea-Shore 1/1/2004
35. The Hunter Of The Uruguay To His Love 1/1/2004
36. The Inca 1/1/2004
37. The Indian Cupid 1/1/2004
38. The Past 1/1/2004
39. The Traveller In Africa 1/1/2004
40. To A False Friend 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Louisa Stuart Costello

Lines.—when This Heart Is Cold And Still

When this heart is cold and still,
And can throb for thee no more;
When it wakes not to the thrill
Of the harp's wild chord;
Nor can e'en afford
A sigh to the days of yore;

Then come to my silent tomb,
Which the breeze will murmur over:
Where reigns the deepest gloom—
Where the bat flits by
And the ravens cry—
Thou shalt the spot discover.

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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.

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