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• Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Graves of a Household...
• O eloquent, just, and mightie Death! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded
  what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised....
• I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, And the larch has hung his tassels forth.
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Voice of Spring...
• 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...
• I had a hat. It was not all a hat,-- Part of the brim was gone
  Yet still I wore it on. -- Felicia D....
• The boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled
  The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead....
• Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse,-- Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
  Death, ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee....
• Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels For the first time her first-born's breath!
  Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke!...
• This is thy hour, O Soul; Thy free flight into the wordless Away from books, from art.
  The day erased; the lesson done. Thee fully forth emerging, Silent, gazing....