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Portrait of Felicia Hemans Felicia Hemans Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 13 1825 (1825)

And farewell, mother!—I have borne in lonely silence long,
But now the current of my soul grows passionate and strong!
And I will speak, though but the winds that wander through the sky,
And but the dark, deep-rustling pines, and rolling streams reply!
Yes, I will speak!—within my breast whate'er hath seem'd to be,
There lay a hidden fount of love, that would have gush'd for thee!
Brightly it would have gush'd; but thou, my mother! thou hast thrown
Back on the forests and the wilds, what should have been thine own!
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Portrait of Felicia Hemans Felicia Hemans Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 13 1825 (1825)

Sped as it speeds with joy, and grief, and crime,
Alike: and when the banquet's hall was left
Unto its garlands, of their bloom bereft,
When trembling stars look'd silvery in their wane,
And heavy flowers yet slumber'd, once again
There stole a footstep, fleet, and light, and lone,
Through the dim cedar shade; the step of one
That started at a leaf, of one that fled,
Of one that panted with some secret dread!
—What did Imelda there? She sought the scene
Where Love so late with Youth and Hope had been.
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Portrait of Felicia Hemans Felicia Hemans Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 13 1825 (1825)

A wail was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young!
Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful Mother sung.
—"Ianthis! dost thou sleep?—thou sleep'st—but this is not the rest,
The breathing and the rosy calm I have pillow'd on my breast!
I lull'd thee not to this repose, Ianthis! my sweet son!
As in thy laughing childhood's days by twilight I have done.
How is it that I bear to stand and look upon thee now?
And that I die not, seeing Death on thy pale glorious brow?
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