To Wordsworth (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
Thine is a strain to read among the hills, The old and full of voices;??"by the source Of some free ...
Thine is a strain to read among the hills, The old and full of voices;??"by the source Of some free ...
If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius call'd too soon away,Of light, from this world ...
SUBLIME is thy prospect, thou proud-rolling Ocean, And Fancy surveys thee with solemn delight;When thy mountainous billows are wild ...
They grew in beauty, side by side, They fill'd one home with glee;Their graves are sever'd, far and wide, By ...
The sea-bird's wing, o'er ocean's breast Shoots like a glancing star,While the red radiance of the west Spreads kindling fast ...
Ask'st thou my home?—my pathway wouldst thou know,When from thine eye my floating shadow pass'd?Was not my work fulfill'd and ...
Thou sleepest but when wilt thou wake, fair child?When the fawn awakes in the forest wild?When the lark's wing mounts ...
A BLESSING on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears!A rainbow-welcome thine hath been, of mingled smiles and ...
A Similar Occasion, 17 September, 1825.Where sucks the bee now? Summer is flying; Leaves on the grass-plot faded are lying; ...
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