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• In the busy haunts of men. -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- Tale of the Secret Tribunal, Part i
• Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone
  The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done....
• Oh, call my brother back to me! I cannot play alone
  The summer comes with flower and bee,-- Where is my brother gone?...
• 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 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....
• Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Graves of a Household...
• The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam
  And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam....
• I think you had better start lining your hat with tinfoil.
• 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...