Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day. - Felicia Hemans
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day.
- Felicia Hemans
Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget. - Felicia Hemans
Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.
Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains. - Felicia Hemans
Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.
life's best balm - Forgetfulness! - Felicia Hemans
life's best balm - Forgetfulness!
Come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds whi… - Felicia Hemans
Come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds whi…
We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own. - Felicia Hemans
We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things. - Felicia Hemans
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.
There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart - Felicia Hemans
There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart
There’s beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it ’midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise. - Felicia Hemans
There’s beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it ’midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise.
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