Louisa Stuart Costello

(1799-1870 / France)

Louisa Stuart Costello Poems

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

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Lines.—i Cannot Sleep

I cannot sleep—my nights glide on

In one unbroken thought of thee;

And when the gloomy shades are gone,

I start the dawning light to see.

And as I watch the rising morn

Gain slowly o'er the yielding sky,

And mark another day new born,

That glows so brightly—yet must die—

I think how all the hopes we cherish

As transient, though as bright, will be;

And frailest of the hopes that perish

Were mine, that told of love and thee!

Read the full of Lines.—i Cannot Sleep

The Destroying Spirit

I sit upon the rocks that frown

Above the rapid Nile;

And on the toil of man look down

With bitter and scornful smile.

My rocks are inaccessible,

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