Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Thou thing of years departed!
What ages have gone by,
Since here the mournful seal was set
By love and agony!Temple and tower have moulder'd,…

Thou art no lingerer in monarch's hall,
A joy thou art, and a wealth to all!
A bearer of hope unto land and sea“
Sunbeam! what gift hath the world like thee?Thou art walking the billows, and ocean smiles;…

Все, что вольно, снится мне:
Голубой степной поток,
И по яркой быстрине
Убегающий челнок;…

I made a mountain-brook my guide Thro' a wild Spanish glen,
And wandered, on its grassy side, Far from the homes of men.
It lured me with a singing tone, And many a sunny glance,
To a green spot of beauty lone, A haunt for old…

EN the soft breath of Spring goes
Far o'er the mountains of the North,
How soon those wastes of dazzling
With life, and bloom, and beauty glow.

The bark that held a prince went down,
The sweeping waves roll'd on;
And what was England's glorious crown
To him that wept a son?

On His Birthday, 27 August, 1825.
OU wak'st from happy sleep to play  With bounding heart, my boy!
Before thee lies a long bright day  Of summer and of joy.
Thou hast no heavy thought or dream  To cloud thy fearless eye;?

OH! blest art thou, whose steps may
Through the green paths of vale and grove,
Or, leaving all their charms below,
Climb the wild mountain's airy brow;

I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
Genesis ix. 13.
FT falls the mild, reviving shower From April's changeful skies,
And rain-drops bend each trembling flower They tinge…

For My Sister's GrottoFAYS and Fairies haste away!
This is Harriet's holiday:
Bring the lyre, and bring the lute,
Bring the sweetly-breathing flute;…

OH thou! the musing, wakeful pow'r,
That lov'st the silent, midnight hour,
Thy lonely vigils then to keep,
And banish far the angel, sleep

ROCKS of my country! let the cloud
Your crested heights array,
And rise ye like a fortress proud
Above the surge and spray!My spirit greets you as ye stand…

И он пришёл, и осмотрелся гордо,
Закатом озарённый золотым.
И видел он и был уверен твёрдо:
Истоки Нила блещут перед ним:…

Thou giv'st me flowers, thou giv'st me songs; bring back
The love that I have lost!WHAT wak'st thou, Spring? sweet voices in the woods,
And reed-like echoes, that have long been mute;
Thou bringest back, to fill the solitudes,…

A
IL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,
Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother sung.—"Ianthis! dost thou sleep?—Thou sleep'st!—but this is not the rest,
The breathing and the rosy calm

O CAMBRIAN river! with slow music gliding
By pastoral hills, old woods, and ruined towers;
Now midst thy reeds and golden willows hiding;
Now gleaming forth by some rich bank of flowers;…

OH! ask not, hope thou not too much
Of sympathy below;
Few are the hearts whence one same touch
Bids the sweet fountains flow:…

Dark lowers our fate,
And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;
But nothing, till that latest
Which severs thee from nature, shall

EP, fiery clouds o'ercast the sky, Dead stillness reigns in air,
There is not e'en a breeze, on high The gossamer to bear.
The woods are hushed, the waves at rest, The lake is dark and still,
Reflecting, on its shadowy breast, Each…

They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters, these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep. ~ Psalm cvii. 23, 24.
HE that in venturous barks hath been A wanderer on the deep,
Can tell of many…

The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed;
And the heavy night hung dark,
The hills and waters o'er,

WILD Dartmoor! thou that midst thy mountains rude
Hast robed thyself with haughty solitude,
As a dark cloud on summer’s clear blue sky,—
A mourner circled with festivity!…