Felicia Hemans

Felicia Hemans

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Portrait of Felicia Hemans Felicia Hemans Welsh Melodies (1821)

The rush of whose pinion bears onward the storms;
Like the sweep of the white-rolling wave was their motion—
I felt their dim presence, but knew not their forms!
I saw them—the mighty of ages departed—
The dead were around me that night on the hill:
From their eyes, as they pass'd, a cold radiance they darted,—
There was light on my soul, but my heart's blood was chill.
I saw what man looks on, and dies—but my spirit
Was strong, and triumphantly lived through that hour;
And, as from the grave, I awoke to inherit
A flame all immortal, a voice, and a power!
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Portrait of Felicia Hemans Felicia Hemans Welsh Melodies (1821)

And think ye that still we would linger below?
Rest, ye brave dead! midst the hills of your sires,
Oh! who would not slumber when freedom expires?
Lonely and voiceless your halls must remain—
The children of song may not breathe in the chain!
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