Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems

Whither, oh! whither wilt thou wing thy way?
What solemn region first upon thy sight
Shall break, unveiled for terror or delight?
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Tell me no more, no more
Of my soul's lofty gifts! Are they not vain
To quench its haunting thirst for happiness?
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Thou giv'st me flowers, thou giv'st me songs; bring back
The love that I have lost!
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DOWN a broad river of the western wilds,
Piercing thick forest glooms, a light canoe
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Where hath not a woman stood,
Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne
By an o'er mastering current!
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THOU, bright Futurity! whose prospect beams,
In dawning radiance on our day-light dreams;
Whose lambent meteors and ethereal forms
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SOFT falls the mild, reviving shower
From April's changeful skies,
And rain-drops bend each trembling flower
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The prisoned thrush may brook the cage,
The captive eagle dies for rage.
Lady of the Lake.
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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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Thou thing of years departed!
What ages have gone by,
Since here the mournful seal was set
By love and agony!
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