Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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Felicia Dorothea Hemans (25 September 1793 – 16 May 1835) was an English poet. Two of her opening lines, "The boy stood on the burning deck" and "The stately homes of England", have acquired classic status.
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Dark lowers our fate,
And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;
But nothing, till that latest
Which severs thee from nature, shall
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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,
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OH
blest art thou, whose steps may
Through the green paths of vale and grove,
Or, leaving all their charms below,
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The sun comes forth; each mountain
Glows with a tinge of rosy light,
And flowers, that slumbered through the night,  Their dewy leaves unfold;
A flood of splendor bursts on high,
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LM on the bosom of thy God,  Fair spirit, rest thee now
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,  His seal was on thy brow
Dust, to its narrow house beneath
Soul, to its place on high
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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;
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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 f...
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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
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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,
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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,
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IL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,
Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother sung
—"Ianthis
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Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God
~ Luke, xii, 6
ES of the air
whose favored
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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 romanc...
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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
He lived—for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain;—Why comes not death to those who mourn
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OH thou
the musing, wakeful pow'r,
That lov'st the silent, midnight hour,
Thy lonely vigils then to keep,
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How many blessed groups this hour are bending,
Through England's primrose meadow-paths, their way Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending,
Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day
The halls from old heroic ag...
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