Felicia Hemans

But fair the exil'd Palm-tree grewPurpled the mossbeds at its feet.

— Felicia Hemans

They grew in beauty side by side,By mount and stream and sea.

— Felicia Hemans

Alas for love, if thou wert all,And naught beyond, O Earth!

— Felicia Hemans

The boy stood on the burning deck,Shone round him o'er the dead.

— Felicia Hemans

The flames roll'd on\xad-he would not goHis voice no longer heard.

— Felicia Hemans

The stately Homes of England,O'er all the pleasant land.

— Felicia Hemans

Oh, call my brother back to me!Where is my brother gone?

— Felicia Hemans

Leaves have their time to fall,Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

— Felicia Hemans

Come to the sunset tree!And the reaper’s work is done.

— Felicia Hemans

I had a hat. It was not all a hat,—Yet still I wore it on.

— Felicia Hemans

The breaking waves dashed highTheir giant branches tossed.

— Felicia Hemans

And the heavy night hung dark,On the wild New England shore.

— Felicia Hemans

Ay, call it holy ground,Freedom to whorship God.

— Felicia Hemans