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The works of Mrs. Hemans

With a memoir of her life, by her sister. In seven volumes
Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne (1793-1835)

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VOL. I.
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VOL. II.
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VOL. III.
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VOL. IV.
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THE FOREST SANCTUARY.
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LAYS OF MANY LANDS.
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MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.
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WELSH MELODIES.
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HYMNS FOR CHILDHOOD.
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MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.
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VOL. V.
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VOL. VI.
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VOL. VII.

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51

MARSHAL SCHWERIN'S GRAVE.

Thou didst fall in the field with thy silver hair,
And a banner in thy hand;
Thou wert laid to rest from thy battles there,
By a proudly mournful band.
In the camp, on the steed, to the bugle's blast,
Thy long bright years had sped;
And a warrior's bier was thine at last,
When the snows had crown'd thy head,
Many had fallen by thy side, old chief!
Brothers and friends, perchance;
But thou wert yet as the fadeless leaf,
And light was in thy glance.
The soldier's heart at thy step leap'd high,
And thy voice the war-horse knew;
And the first to arm, when the foe was nigh,
Wert thou, the bold and true.
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Now may'st thou slumber—thy work is done—
Thou of the well-worn sword!
From the stormy fight in thy fame thou'rt gone,
But not to the festal board.
The corn sheaves whisper thy grave around,
Where fiery blood hath flow'd:
Oh! lover of battle and trumpet-sound!
Thou art couch'd in a still abode!
A quiet home from the noonday's glare,
And the breath of the wintry blast—
Didst thou toil through the days of thy silvery hair,
To win thee but this at last?
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