John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Felicia Dorothea (Browne) Hemans. (17931835) (continued)
5884 Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod: They have left unstained what there they found, Freedom to worship God.
Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.
5885 Through the laburnums dropping gold Rose the light shaft of Orient mould, And Europes violets, faintly sweet, Purpled the mossbeds at its feet.
The Palm-Tree.
5886 They grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee: Their graves are severed far and wide By mount and stream and sea.
The Graves of a Household.
5887 Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth!
The Graves of a Household.
5888 The boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battles wreck Shone round him oer the dead.
Casabianca.
5889 Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-winds breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
The Hour of Death.
5890 Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodmans axe lies free, And the reapers work is done.
Tyrolese Evening Song.
5891 In the busy haunts of men.
Tale of the Secret Tribunal. Part i.
5892 Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now!
Siege of Valencia. Scene ix.