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Alas! for love, if thou art all, And nought beyond, O earth.
Felicia Hemans
The stately Homes of England,How beautiful they stand!Amidst their tall ancestral trees,O'er all the pleasant land.
Felicia Hemans
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God.
Felicia Hemans
I had a hat. It was not all a hat,- Part of the brim was gone: Yet still I wore it on.
Felicia Hemans
Oh, call my brother back to me! I cannot play alone: The summer comes with flower and bee,- Where is my brother gone?
Felicia Hemans
The flames roll'd onĀ-he would not go Without his father's word; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard.
Felicia Hemans
And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Felicia Hemans
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.
Felicia Hemans
The boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Felicia Hemans
Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
Felicia Hemans
Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now!
Felicia Hemans
I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, And the larch has hung his tassels forth.
Felicia Hemans
They grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee: Their graves are severed far and wide By mount and stream and sea.
Felicia Hemans
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Felicia Hemans
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed.
Felicia Hemans
But fair the exil'd Palm-tree grew Midst foliage of no kindred hue; Through the laburnum's dropping gold Rose the light shaft of Orient mould, And Europe's violets, faintly sweet, Purpled the mossbeds at its feet.
Felicia Hemans
Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy.
Felicia Hemans