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The Poems of Felicia Hemans

Mrs. Hemans

Flow, Rio Verde, 539 Flower of starry clearness bright, 610 Flowers! when the Saviour’s calm benignant eye, 601 For the strength of the hills we bless thee, 588 For thou, a holy shepherdess and kind, 603 Forget them not, though now their name, 494 Fortune! why thus, where’er my footsteps tread, 48 Fount of the woods! thou art hid no more, 365 From a ruin thou art singing, 559 From the bright stars, or from the viewless air, 449 From the deep chambers of a mine, 485 From the glowing southern regions, 150 Gentle and lovely form, 462 Gloom is upon thy lonely hearth, 463 Go forth! for she is gone, 338 Go in thy glory o’er the ancient sea, 473 Go to the forest glade, 438 Go! trace th’ unnumber’d streams o’er earth, 529 Green spot of holy ground, 606 Green wave the oak for ever o’er thy rest, 424 Hail! morning sun, thus early bright, 52 Happy soon we’ll meet again, 2 Happy thou art, the child of one, 485 Happy were they, the mothers, in whose sight, 601 Hark! from the dim church-tower, 553 Hark! from the right bursts forth a trumpet’s sound, 128 Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again, 145 Hast thou been in the woods with the honey-bee, 506 Hast thou come with the heart of thy childhood back, 453 Haste with your torches, baste! make firelight round, 357 Hath the summer’s breath on the south wind borne, 484 Have ye left the greenwood lone, 562 He passed from earth, 609 He sat in silence on the ground, 414 He shall not dread misfortune’s angry mien, 48 He that in venturous barks hath been, 530 He that was dead rose up and spoke! He spoke, 602 He walk’d with God in holy joy, 495 He who proclaims that love is light and vain, 47 Heard ye the Gothic trumpet’s blast, 95 Heart! that didst press forward still, 476 Her hands were clasp’d, her dark brows raised, 394 Her home is far, oh! far away, 564 Here in the dust, its strange adventures o’er, 21 High in the glowing heavens, with cloudless beams, 43 Hold me upon thy faithful heart, 561 Home of the gifted, fare thee well, 508 How can that eye, with inspiration beaming, 505 How can that love, so deep, so lone, 565 How flows thy being now? like some glad hymn, 622 How is it that before mine eyes, 487 How many a day, in various hues array’d, 12 How many blessed groups this hour are bending, 629 How many hopes were borne upon thy bier, 457 How many thousands are wakening now, 378 How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom, 518 How shall the harp of poesy regain, 600 How strange a fate in love is mine, 45 Hush! lightly tread! still tranquilly she sleeps, 572 Hush!’tis a holy hour. The quiet room, 374 Hush’d is the world in night and sleep, 55 I am free! I have burst through my galling chain, 491 I call thee bless’d, though now the voice be fled, 461 I come down from the hills alone, 523 I come, I come! ye have call’d me long, 247 I come to thee, O earth, 471 I cry aloud, and ye shall hear my call, 138 I dream of all things free, 546 I go, I go! and must mine image fade, 382 I go, sweet friends! yet think of me, 354 I go, sweet sister! yet my heart would linger with thee fain, 548 I hate the Persian’s costly pride, 298 I hear thee speak of the better land, 479 I heard a song upon the wandering wind, 554 I lay on that rock where the storms have their dwelling, 152 I lay upon the solemn plain, 295 I look’d on the field where the battle was spread, 605 I love to hear the mild and balmy hour, 3 I love to rove o’er history’s page, 2 I made a mountain-brook my guide, 418 I met that image on a mirthful day, 601 I saw him at his sport erewhile, 583 I stood upon the threshold-stone, 626 I stood beside thy lonely grave, 411 I stood where the lip of song lay low, 519 I would we had not met again, 565 If e’er again my spirit be allow’d, 623 If e’er from human bliss or woe, 11 If, in thy glorious home above, 44 If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, 423 If thus thy fallen grandeur I behold, 49 If thou hast crush’d a flower, 562 If to the sighing breeze of summer hours, 51 In Genoa, when the sunset gave, 99 In sunset’s light o’er Afric thrown, 368 In tears, the heart oppress’d with grief, 47 In the deep hour of dreams, 449 In the deep wilderness unseen she pray’d, 586 In the full tide of melody and mirth, 360 In the proud old fanes of England, 545 In the shadow of the Pyramid, 516 In the silence and grandeur of midnight I tread, 294 In the silence of the midnight, 450 In thy cavern-hall, 551 Io! they come, they come, 536 Is not thy heart far off amidst the woods, 359 Is there some spirit sighing, 566 It is the Rhine! our mountain-vineyards laving, 534 It is thy pity makes me weep, 563 It is written on the rose, 489 It stands where Northern willows weep, 409 It was an hour of fear and grief, 238 It was the time when children bound to meet, 391 It waved not through an Eastern sky, 430 Italia! O Italia! thou so graced, 49 Italia! oh! no more Italia now, 138 Joy is upon the lonely seas, 378 Joy! the lost one is restored, 594 Know ye not when our dead, 349 Know’st thou the land where bloom the citron bowers, 547 Land of departed fame, whose classic plains, 22 Leave me not yet, though rosy skies afar, 543 Leave me, oh! leave me! unto all below, 459 Leaves have their time to fall, 375 Let the vain courtier waste his days, 49 Let the yellow mead shine for the sons of the brave, 148 Life’s parting beams were in his eye, 59 Light the hills, till heaven is glowing, 150 Like thee to die, thou Sun! my boyhood’s dream, 461 Like those pale stars of tempest hours, whose gleam, 599 Listen, fair maid! my song shall tell, 52 Lonely and still are now thy marble halls, 67 Look from the ancient mountains down, 609 Look on me with thy cloudless eyes, 561 Look on the white Alps round, 342 Lowliest of women and most glorified, 598 Lowly and solemn be, 585 Lowly upon his bier, 537 Majestic plant! such fairy dreams as lie, 623 Mark’d ye the mingling of the city’s throng, 59 Midnight! and silence deep, 471 Midst the long reeds that o’er a Grecian stream, 552 Midst Tivoli’s luxuriant glades, 85 Mighty ones, Love and Death, 510 Minstrel, whose gifted hand can bring, 19 Morn once again! morn in the lone dim cell, 568 Mother and child, whose blending tears, 410 Mother! oh sing me to rest, 541 Mountain-winds! oh whither do ye call me, 514 Mournfully, sing mournfully, 481 My battle-vow! no minster walls, 454 My child, my child, thou leav’st me! I shall hear, 408 My earliest memories to thy shores are bound, 618 My father’s house once more! 605 My soul was mantled with dark shadows, born, 624 Near thee! still near thee! o’er thy pathway gliding, 538 Night, holy night! the time, 577 Night hung on Salem’s towers, 606 Night sinks on the wave, 597 Night veil’d the mountain of the vine, 194 No bitter tears for thee be shed, 54 No cloud obscures the summer sky, 530 No cloud to dim the splendours of the day, 103 No dower of storied song is thine, 469 No more! a harp-string’s deep and breaking tone, 488 No searching eye can pierce the veil, 47 No tears for thee! though light be from us gone, 482 Nobly thy song, O minstrel! rush’d to meet, 624 Not for the myrtle and not for the vine, 361 Not long thy voice among us may be heard, 620 O Cambrian river, with slow music gliding, 618 O dim forsaken mirror, 484 O ever joyous band, 493 O festal spring, midst thy victorious glow, 617 O gentle story of the Indian isle, 620 O God, my Father and my Friend, 1 O joy of the peasant, O stately lime, 555 O lonely voices of the sky, 437 O Nature, thou didst rear me for thine own, 628 O soft star of the west, 560 O Son of Man, 574 O spirit-land, thou land of dreams, 462 O sunshine and fair earth, 509 O thou breeze of spring, 563 O thou whose pure exalted mind, 12 O Thought! O Memory! gems for ever heaping, 627 O vale and Lake! within your mountain-urn, 619 O wanderer! would thy heart forget, 54 O ye hours, ye sunny hours, 520 O ye voices gone, 566 O ye voices round my own hearth singing, 545 O’er the far blue mountains, 563 Oft have I sung and mourn’d the bitter woes, 45 Oft in still night-dreams a departed face, 624 Oh! art thou still on earth, my love, 546 Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much, 367 Oh! beautiful thou art, 608 Oh! bless’d beyond all daughters of the earth, 599 Oh! blest art thou whose steps may rove, 528 Oh! bring me one sweet orange bough, 543 Oh! call my brother back to me, 502 Oh! droop thou not, mine early gentle love, 538 Oh! enter not yon shadowy cave, 341 Oh! for thy wings, thou dove, 381 Oh! forget not the hour when through forest and vale, 56 Oh! how could fancy crown with thee, 354, 557 Oh! if thou wilt not give thine heart, 490 Oh! judge in thoughtful tenderness of those, 617 Oh! leave thine own loved isle, 298 Oh! lightly, lightly tread, 484 Oh! lightly tread through these deep chestnut bowers, 510 Oh! many a voice is thine, thou wind! full many a voice, 475 Oh! may I ever pass my happy hours, 3 Oh! ne’er be Clanronald the valiant forgot, 58 Oh! pure and blessed soul, 296 Oh! skylark, for thy wing, 544 Oh! tell me not the woods are fair, 566 Oh! those alone whose severed hearts, 48 Oh! wear it on thy heart, my love, 565 Oh! what a joy to feel that, in my heart, 621 Oh! when wilt thou return, 377 Oh! who hath trod thy consecrated clime, 28 Oh! worthy fragrant gifts of flowers and wine, 299 On Judah’s hills a weight of darkness hung, 602 Once more the eternal melodies from far, 622 One draught, kind fairy! from that fountain deep, 465 One dream of passion and of beauty more, 392 One grief, one faith, O sisters of the dead, 599 One hour for distant homes to weep, 545 Pause not with lingering feet, O pilgrim! here, 49 Peace to thy dreams! thou art slumbering now, 380 Pilgrim! oh say, hath thy cheek been fann’d, 361 Pilgrim! whose steps these desert sands explore, 138 Poor insect, rash as rare! thy sovereign, sure, 523 Praise ye the Lord! on every height, 533 Press on, my steed! I hear the swell, 150 Propitious winds our daring bark impelled, 297 Raise ye the sword! let the death-stroke be given, 151 Rest on your battle-fields, ye brave, 245 Rest, pilgrim, rest! Thou’rt from the Syrian land, 363 Return my thoughts! come home, 607 Return, return, my bird, 521 Ring, joyous chords! ring out again, 364 Rise like an altar-fire, 575 Rocks of my country! let the cloud, 376 Rome! Rome! thou art no more, 433 Rose! what dost thou here, 550 Royal in splendour went down the day, 398 Saved from the perils of the stormy wave, 46 Saviour! that of woman born, 596 Saw ye the blazing star, 149 Say not ’tis fruitless--nature’s holy tear, 296 Seek by the silvery Darro, 540 See’st thou my home? ’Tis where yon woods are waving, 460 See’st thou yon gray gleaming hall, 511 She came forth in her bridal robes array’d, 502