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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Felicia Dorothea (Browne) Hemans. (1793–1835) (continued)
 
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    Ay, call it holy ground,
  The soil where first they trod:
They have left unstained what there they found,—
  Freedom to worship God.
          Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.
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    Through the laburnum’s dropping gold
Rose the light shaft of Orient mould,
And Europe’s violets, faintly sweet,
Purpled the mossbeds at its feet.
          The Palm-Tree.
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    They grew in beauty side by side,
  They filled one home with glee:
Their graves are severed far and wide
  By mount and stream and sea.
          The Graves of a Household.
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    Alas for love, if thou wert all,
  And naught beyond, O Earth!
          The Graves of a Household.
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    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.
          Casabianca.
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          Leaves have their time to fall,
And flowers to wither at the north-wind’s breath,
      And stars to set; but all,
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
          The Hour of Death.
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    Come to the sunset tree!
  The day is past and gone;
The woodman’s axe lies free,
  And the reaper’s work is done.
          Tyrolese Evening Song.
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    In the busy haunts of men.
          Tale of the Secret Tribunal. Part i.
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    Calm on the bosom of thy God,
  Fair spirit, rest thee now!
          Siege of Valencia. Scene ix.