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. Memory 1/1/2004
29. Medjnoon In His Solitude 1/1/2004
30. Song For A German Air 1/1/2004
31. Song Of The Crew Of Diaz 1/1/2004
32. Song.—thy Form Was Fair 1/1/2004
33. Song.—'Tis The Spot Where We Parted 1/1/2004
34. Lines.—oft On That Latest Star 1/1/2004
35. Song.—oh, Long Enough My Life Has Been 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. Miranda's Song 1/1/2004
40. Lines.—when This Heart Is Cold And Still 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Louisa Stuart Costello

Lines.—if We Should Ever Meet Again

If we should ever meet again

When many tedious years are past;

When time shall have unbound the chain,

And this sad heart is free at last;—

Then shall we meet and look unmov'd,

As though we ne'er had met—had lov'd!

And I shall mark without a tear

How cold and calm thy alter'd brow;

I shall forget thou once wert dear,

Rememb'ring but thy broken vow!

Rememb'ring that in trusting youth

I lov'd thee with the purest truth;

That now the fleeting dream is o'er,

And thou canst raise the ...

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Eastern Song

By the brightness of the morning ray,
By the deepest shades of night—
Thy beauty has not pass'd away;
'Tis ever in my sight.

No sorrow e'er can light on me—
But when, beloved, we part,
My thoughts are bounded all in thee,
Thou Lote-tree* of my heart.

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