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(117) Call out from the future thy visions bright, From the Avorld o'er the grave, take thy solemn light, And oh! with the loved, whom no more I see, Show me m y home, as it yet may be ! As it yet may be in some purer sphere, No cloud, no parting, no sleepless fear ; So m y soul may bear on, through the long, long day, Till I go where the beautiful melts not away ! THE CHILDE'S DESTINY. No mistress of the hidden skill, No wizard gaunt and grim, Went up by night to heath or hill, To read the stars for him ; The merriest girl in all the land Of vine-encircled France Bestow'd upon his brow and hand Her philosophic glance : " I bind thee with a spell," said she, " I sign thee with a sign ; No woman's love shall light on thee, No woman's heart be thine! " And trust me, 'tis not that thy cheek Is colorless and cold, Nor that thine eye is slow to speak What only eyes have told;
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 125 |
Resource Type | Text |
Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
Digital Collection | 19th Century Women Poets Collection |
Full Text | (117) Call out from the future thy visions bright, From the Avorld o'er the grave, take thy solemn light, And oh! with the loved, whom no more I see, Show me m y home, as it yet may be ! As it yet may be in some purer sphere, No cloud, no parting, no sleepless fear ; So m y soul may bear on, through the long, long day, Till I go where the beautiful melts not away ! THE CHILDE'S DESTINY. No mistress of the hidden skill, No wizard gaunt and grim, Went up by night to heath or hill, To read the stars for him ; The merriest girl in all the land Of vine-encircled France Bestow'd upon his brow and hand Her philosophic glance : " I bind thee with a spell," said she, " I sign thee with a sign ; No woman's love shall light on thee, No woman's heart be thine! " And trust me, 'tis not that thy cheek Is colorless and cold, Nor that thine eye is slow to speak What only eyes have told; |
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