Quotes
Quotes - Hemans
There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy.
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast; And the woods against a stormy sky, Their giant branches toss'd.
Rome, Rome, thou art no more As thou hast been! On thy seven hills of yore Thou sat'st a queen.
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! Though not for thee with classic shores to vie In charms that fix th' enthusiast's pensive eye; Yet hast thou scenes of beauty richly fraught With all that wakes the glow of lofty thought.
I 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 which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.
Thou hast fair forms that move With queenly tread; Thou hast proud fanes above Thy mighty dread. Yet wears thy Tiber's shore A mournful mien:-- Rome, Rome, thou art no more As thou hast been.
The wind, the wandering wind Of the golden summer eyes-- Whence is the thrilling magic Of its tunes amongst the leaves? Oh, is it from the waters, Or from the long, tall grass? Or is it from the hollow rocks Through which its breathings pass?
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,-- Freedom to worship God.
