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(114) There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old. The blessed homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath-hours Solemn, yet sweet, the church-bells chime Floats through their woods at morn ; All other sounds, in that still time, Of breeze and leaf are born. The cottage homes of England! By thousands on her plains, They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks, And round the hamlet-fanes. Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves. The free, fair homes of England ! Long, long, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be rear'd To guard each hallow'd Avail ! And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God !
Title | The Poetical Works of Mrs. Felicia Hemans |
Creator | Felicia Hemans |
Date | 1854 |
Physical Description | 394 p., ill., port. 20 cm. |
Publisher | Boston: Phillips, Sampson, and Company, New York: James C. Derby, 1854 |
Resource Type | Text |
Call Number | PR4780.A1 1854c |
Identifier | pr4780_a1_1854c |
Language | English |
Custodian | Baylor University - Armstrong Browning Library |
Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
Digital Collection | 19th Century Women Poets Collection |
Note | Inscription on front endpaper: "Sarah C [Pur?] a present/from/her Father J B [Pur?]/Travis /55" and on prelim. leaf: "Sarah C. [Pur?]/Independence/Texas." |
Format | Books |
Title | Page 122 |
Resource Type | Text |
Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
Digital Collection | 19th Century Women Poets Collection |
Full Text | (114) There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old. The blessed homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath-hours Solemn, yet sweet, the church-bells chime Floats through their woods at morn ; All other sounds, in that still time, Of breeze and leaf are born. The cottage homes of England! By thousands on her plains, They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks, And round the hamlet-fanes. Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves. The free, fair homes of England ! Long, long, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be rear'd To guard each hallow'd Avail ! And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God ! |
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