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• Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to se
  but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!...
• The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed.
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- Landing of the Pilgrim Fathe...
• In the busy haunts of men. -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- Tale of the Secret Tribunal, Part i
• Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod
  They have left unstained what there they found,-- Freedom to worship God....
• I had a hat. It was not all a hat,-- Part of the brim was gone
  Yet still I wore it on. -- Felicia D....
• Oh, call my brother back to me! I cannot play alone
  The summer comes with flower and bee,-- Where is my brother gone?...
• Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Graves of a Household...
• Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- Siege of Valencia, Scene ix...
• The stately homes of England,-- How beautiful they stand, Amid their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Homes of England...