Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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!
They that have seen thy look in death No more…

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
May wander through the realms of space, Free guests of earth and sky;
In form, in plumage, and…

Mother! oh, sing me to rest
As in my bright days departed:
Sing to thy child, the sick-hearted,
Songs for a spirit oppress'd ...Lay this tired head on thy breast !…

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…

IN sunset’s light o’er Afric thrown,
A wanderer proudly stood
Beside the well-spring, deep and lone,
Of Egypt’s awful flood;…

THRONE of expression! whence the spirit's ray
Pours forth so oft the light of mental day,
Where fancy's fire, affection's melting beam,
Thought, genius, passion, reign in turn supreme,…

LOVELY nymph! with eye serene,
Dimpled smile and frolic mien;
Come, with airy step advancing,
Come, with blooming Hebe dancing;…

A Mountain War-Song

“Yes! hide beneath the mouldering heap,
The undelighted, slighted thing;
There in the cold earth, buried deep,
In silence let it wait the spring.”Mrs. Tighe’s Poem on the Lily.I STOOD where the lip of song lay low,…

AT thy approach, oh, sweet bewitching May!
Through ev'ry wood soft melodies resound;
On silken wings Favonian breezes play,
And scatter bloom and fragrance all around!Yet not for these I hail thy gentle reign,…

I come, I come! ye have called me long;
I come o'er the mountains, with light and song.
Ye may trace my step o'er the waking earth
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,…

On Leaving That Country with My ChildrenTHE SOUND of thy streams in my spirit I bear,—
Farewell, and a blessing be with thee, green land!
On thy hearths, on thy halls, on thy pure mountain air,
On the chords of the harp, and the minstrel’s free hand,…

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,

Охвачен флагман был огнём.
Ушли, кто жить хотел.
Остался мальчик лишь на нём,
Да груда мёртвых тел.Всего лишь кроха, мальчуган,…

Now autumn strews on every plain,
His mellow fruits and fertile grain;
And laughing plenty, crown'd with sheaves,
With purple grapes, and spreading leaves.

"Courage was cast about her like a
Of solemn comeliness,
A gathered mind and an untroubled
Did give her dangers grace." ~ Donne. The war-note of the Saracen

HEARD’ST thou what the Ivy sighed,
Waving where all else hath died,
In the place of regal mirth,
Now the silent Kenilworth?With its many glistening leaves,…

EN twilight's grey and pensive
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,
And bids the solitary star Shine in pale beauty from afar;
When gathering shades the landscape veil,

“HASTE, with your torches, haste! make firelight round!”
They speed, they press,—what hath the miner found!
Relic or treasure, giant sword of old?
Gems bedded deep, rich veins of burning gold?…

A Similar Occasion, 17 September, 1825.
Where sucks the bee now?
Summer is flying;
Leaves on the grass-plot faded are lying;