Felicia Hemans

“ And when woods kindle into Spring's first hue,
Sweet Friends, remember me!
And in the marble halls,
Where Life's full glow the dreams of beauty wear,
And Poet-thoughts embodied light the walls,
Let me be with you there! ”

“ Friends, friends!—for such to my lone heart ye are,—
Unchanging ones! from whose immortal eyes
The glory melts not as a waning star,
And the sweet kindness never, never dies,
Bright Children of the Bard! o'er this green dell
Pass once again, and light it with your spell.
Imogen, fair Fidele! meekly blending
In patient grief, "a smiling with a sigh,"* [1]
And thou, Cordelia! faithful daughter, tending
That sire, an outcast to the bitter sky,
Thou of the soft low voice!† [2] —thou art not gone! ”

“ The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 22, Pages 325-326
MOZART’S REQUIEM.* [1]
"Of its own beauty is the mind diseased,
And fevers into false creation."Childe Harold.
A Requiem!—and for whom?
For Beauty in her bloom? ”

“ Swift thoughts that came and went,
Like torrents o'er me sent,
Have shaken, as a reed, my thrilling frame.
Like perfumes on the wind,
Which none may stay or bind,
The Beautiful comes floating through my soul ”

“ Will grasp their full desire,
And this unsettled fire
Burn calmly, brightly, in immortal air.
One more then—one more strain,
To earthly joy and pain
A rich, and deep, and passionate farewell!
I pour each solemn thought
With fear, hope, trembling fraught,
Into the notes that o'er my dust shall swell.
F. H.
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* A short time before the death of Mozart, a stranger of remarkable appearance, and dressed in deep mourning, called at his house, and requested him to compose a requiem, in his best style, for the funeral of a person of distinction. ”