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# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 7 1823

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Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 7 1823
Compiled By Peter J. Bolton
Contents
| | | Page |
| The Farewell to the Dead | | 260 |
| Songs of the Cid | The Cid's Death-bed | 307-308 |
| Greek Song | The Bowl of Liberty | 337 |
| Greek Song | The Voice of Scio | 352 |
| Songs of the Cid | The Cid's Funeral Procession | 376-378 |
| Songs of the Cid | The Cid's Rising | 378 |
| The Voice of Spring | | 439-440 |
| Greek Song | The Shade of Theseus | 496 |
| The Statue of a Funeral Genius | | 521-522 |
| The Bird's Release at the Grave | | 532 |
| Song for a Swiss Festival | On the Anniversary of an Ancient Battle | 575 |
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 7 1823/The Cid's Death-bed

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 7, Pages 307 to 308
SONGS OF THE CID.—No. I.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
The Cid's Death-bed: a Ballad.
It was an hour of grief and fear,
 Within Valencia's walls,
When the blue spring-heaven lay still and clear
 Above her marble halls.
There were pale cheeks and troubled eyes,
 And steps of hurrying feet,
Where the Zambra's* notes were wont to rise
 Along the sunny street.
It was an hour of fear and grief,
 On bright Valencia's shore,
For Death was busy with her chief,
 The noble Campeador.
The Moor-king's barks were on the deep,
 With sounds and signs of war,
But the Cid was passing to his sleep,
 In the silent Alcazar.
No moan was heard through the halls of state,
 No weeper's aspect seen;
But by the couch Ximena sate,
 With pale, yet steadfast mien.
Stillness was round the conqueror's bed,
 Warriors stood mournful nigh,
And banners, o'er his glorious head,
 Were drooping heavily.
And feeble grew the mighty hand,
 And cold the valiant breast;
—He had fought the battles of the land,
 And his hour was come to rest.
What said the leader of the field?
 His voice is faint and low,
The breeze that creeps o'er his lance and shield,
 Hath louder accents now.
"Raise ye no cry, and let no moan
 Be made when I depart;
The Moor must hear no dirge's tone,
 Be ye of dauntless heart!
"Let the cymbal-clash and the trumpet strain
 From your walls ring far and shrill;
And fear ye not, for the Saints of Spain
 Shall grant you victory still.
"And gird my form with mail-array,
 And set me on my steed;
So go ye forth on your funeral-way,
 And God shall give you speed.
"Go with the dead in the front of war,
 All arm'd with sword and helm;
And march by the camp of King Bucar,
 For the good Castilian realm.
"And let me slumber in the soil
 Which gave my fathers birth;
I have closed my day of battle-toil,
 And my course is done on earth."
—* Now wave, ye stately banners, wave!
 Through the lattice a wind sweeps by,
And the arms o'er the death-bed of the brave
 Send forth a hollow sigh.
Now wave, ye banners of many a fight,
 As the fresh wind o'er you sweeps;
—The wind and the banners fall hush'd as night;
 The Campeador—he sleeps!
Sound the battle-horn on the breeze of morn,
 And swell out the trumpet's blast!
Till the notes prevail o'er the voice of wail,
 For the noble Cid hath pass’d.
* ↑ * Zambra, a Moorish dance.
* ↑ * See the Spanish Ballad, "Banderas antiquas, tristes, &c."
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 43 1835/Thoughts During Sickness VI. Flowers

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 43, Page 330
VI. Flowers.
Welcome, oh pure and lovely forms, again
Unto the shadowy stillness of my room!
For not alone ye bring a joyous train
Of summer thoughts attendant on your bloom, Visions of freshness, of rich bowery gloom,
Of the low murmurs filling mossy dells,
Of stars that, look down on your folded bells
Thro' dewy leaves—of many a wild perfume
Greeting the wanderers of the hill and grove
Like sudden music; more than this ye bring,
Far more: ye whisper of th' all-fostering love
Which thus hath clothed you, and whose dove-like wing
Broods o'er the sufferer drawing fever'd breath,
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 43 1835/Thoughts During Sickness VII. The Recovery

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 43, Page 330
VII. The Recovery.
Back then, once more, to breast the waves of life,
To battle on against th' unceasing spray,
To sink o'erwearied in the stormy strife
And rise to strive again: yet on my way
Oh linger still, thou light of better day,
Born in the hours of loneliness; and you,
Ye childlike thoughts, the holy and the true,
Ye that came bearing, while subdued I lay,
The faith, the insight of life's vernal morn
Back on my soul, a clear, bright sense, new-born,
Now leave me not; but as profoundly pure
A blue stream rushes thro' a darker lake
Unchanged, e'en thus with me your journey take,
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 7 1823/On the Anniversary of an Ancient Battle

SONG FOR A SWISS FESTIVAL ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF AN ANCIENT BATTLE.
Look on the white Alps 'round!
 —If yet they gird a land
Where Freedom's voice and step are found,
 Forget ye not the band
Of dauntless men, our sires, who fell
Here, in the rocky battle-dell!
 If yet, the wilds among,
 Our silent hearts may burn,
When the deep mountain-horn hath rung,
 And home our steps may turn;
Home! Home!—if still that name be dear,
Praise to the men who perish'd here!
 Look on the white Alps 'round!
 Up to their shining snows
That day the savage-rolling sound,
 The sound of battle, rose!
Their caves prolonged the trumpet's blast,
Their dark pines trembled, as it pass'd.
 They saw the princely crest,
 They saw the knightly spear,
The banner and the mail-clad breast,
 Borne down and trampled here!
They saw!—and glorying there they stand,
Eternal records to the land!
 Praise to the mountain-born,
 The brethren of the glen!
By them no steel-array was worn,
 They stood as peasant-men!
They left the vineyard and the field,
To break an Empire's lance and shield.F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 7 1823/The Bird's Release at the Grave

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 7, Page 532
THE BIRD'S RELEASE AT THE GRAVE.
"Lorsqu'elle fut arrivée au lieu de sa sepulture, . . . . . . . . . . .des Indiennes du Bengale et de la côte Malabare, apportèrent des cages pleines d'oiseaux, auxquels elles donnèrent la liberté sur son corps." Paul et Virginie.
Go forth, for she is gone!
With the golden light of her wavy hair,
She is gone to the fields of the viewless air,
 She hath left her dwelling lone!
 Her voice hath pass'd away!
It hath pass'd away, like a summer-breeze,
When it leaves the hills for the for blue seas,
 Where we may not trace its way.
 Go forth, and like her be free!
With thy radiant wing and thy joyous eye,
Thou hast all the range of the sunny sky,
 And what is our grief to thee?
 Is it aught e'en to her we mourn? Doth she look on the tears by her kindred shed?
Doth she rest with the flowers o'er her gentle head,
 Or float on the light winds borne?
 We know not, but she is gone!
Her step from the dance, and her voice from the song,
And the smile of her eye from the festal throng!
 —She hath left her dwelling lone.
 When the waves at sunset shine.
We may hear thy voice, amidst thousands more,
In the citron-woods of our glowing shore,
 But we shall not know 'tis thine!
 Ev'n so with the loved one flown:
Her smile in the starlight may wander by,
Her breath may be near in the wind's low sigh,
 Around us—but all unknown.
 Go forth—we have loosed thy chain!
We may deck thy cage with the richest flowers
Which the bright day rears in our eastern bowers,
 But thou wilt not be lured again.
 Ev'n thus may the summer pour
All fragrant things on the land's green breast,
And the glorious Earth like a bride be drest,
 But it wins her back no more!F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 7 1823/The Farewell to the Dead

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 7, Page 260
THE FAREWELL TO THE DEAD.*
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Come near!—ere yet the dust
Soil the bright paleness of the settled brow,
Look on your brother, and embrace him now,
 In still and solemn trust!
Come near! once more let kindred lips be press'd
On his cold cheek, then bear him to his rest.
 Look yet on this young face!
What shall the beauty, from amongst us gone,
Leave of its image, e'en where most it shone,
 Gladdening its hearth and race?
—Dim grows the semblance, on man's thought impress'd;
Come near! and bear the beautiful to rest!
 Ye weep, and it is well! For tears befit earth's partings!—Yesterday
Song was upon the lips of this pale clay,
 And sunshine seem'd to dwell
Where'er he moved—the welcome and the bless'd!—
—Now gaze! and bear the silent to his rest.
 Look yet on him, whose eye
Meets yours no more, in sadness or in mirth!
Was he not fair amongst the sons of earth,
 The beings born to die?
But not where Death has power, may Love be bless'd!
—Come near! and bear ye the beloved to rest.
 How may the mother's heart
Dwell on her son, and dare to hope again?
The spring's rich promise hath been given in vain,
 The lovely must depart!
Is he not gone, our brightest and our best?
—Come near! and bear the early-call'd to rest!
 Look on him! is he laid
To slumber from the harvest or the chase?
—Too still and sad the smile upon his face,
 Yet that, e'en that, must fade!
Death will not hold unchanged his fairest guest:
Come near! and bear the mortal to his rest!
 His voice of mirth hath ceased
Amidst the vineyards! there is left no place
For him whose dust receives your last embrace,
 At the gay bridal feast!
Earth must take earth to moulder on her breast;
Come near! weep o'er him! bear him to his rest.
 Yet mourn ye not as they
Whose spirit's light is quench'd!—For him the past
Is seal'd. He may not fall, he may not cast
 His birthright's hope away!
All is not here of our beloved and bless'd!
—Leave ye the sleeper with his God to rest.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 7 1823/The Bowl of Liberty

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 7, Page 337
GREEK SONG.—THE BOWL OF LIBERTY.
Before the fiery Sun—
The sun that looks on Greece with cloudless eye,
In the free air, and on the war-field won,
Our fathers crowned the Bowl of Liberty.*
 Amidst the tombs they stood,
The tombs of Heroes! with the solemn skies
And the wide plain around, where patriot-blood
Had steeped the soil in hues of sacrifice.
 They called the glorious Dead,
In the strong faith which brings the viewless nigh!
And poured rich odours o'er their battle-bed,
And bade them to the rite of Liberty.
 They called them, from the shades,
The golden-fruited shades! where minstrels tell
How softer light th' immortal clime pervades,
And music floats o'er meads of Asphodel.
 Then fast the bright red wine
Flowed to their names who taught the world to die,
And made the land's green turf a living shrine—
Meet for the wreath and Bowl of Liberty!
 So the rejoicing Earth
Took from her vines again the blood she gave,
And richer flowers to deck the tomb drew birth
From the free soil, thus hallowed to the brave.
 We have the battle-fields,
The tombs, the names, the blue majestic sky!
We have the founts the purple vintage yields;
—When shall we crown the Bowl of Liberty?
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 7 1823/The Cid's Rising

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 7, Page 378
No. III.— The Cid's Rising.
'Twas the deep mid-watch of the silent night,
 And Leon in slumber lay,
When a sound* went forth in rushing might,
 Like an army on its way!
 In the stillness of the hour,
 When the dreams of sleep have power,
 And men forget the day.
Through the dark and lonely streets it went,
 Till the sleepers woke in dread—
The sound of a passing armament,
 With the charger's stony tread!
 There was heard no trumpet's peal,
 But the heavy tramp of steel,
 As a host's, to combat led.
Through the dark and lonely streets it pass'd.
 And the hollow pavement rang,
And the towers, as with a sweeping blast,
 Rock'd to the stormy clang!
 But the march of the viewless train
 Went on to a royal fane,
 Where a priest his night-hymn sang.
There was knocking that shook the marble floor,
 And a voice at the gate, which said,
That the Cid Ruydiez, the Campeador,
 Was there in his arms array'd;
 And that with him from the tomb,
 Had the Count Gonzalez come,
 With a host, uprisen to aid!
"And they came for the buried King that lay
 At rest, in that ancient fane,
For he must be arm'd on the battle-day,
 With them, to deliver Spain!"
 —Then the march went sounding on,
 And the Moors, by noontide sun,
 Were dust on Tolosa's plain.
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Fig. 5.—Roman Abacus.
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Fig. 6.—Chinese Swan-Pan.
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Revoked by Executive Order 3075, April 16, 1919.
Signed by President Woodrow Wilson Thursday, July 18, 1918
A person leaving the classified civil service to engage in the military or naval service of the Government during the present war with Germany and who has been honorably discharged may be reinstated in the civil service at any time within five years after his discharge, provided that at the time of reinstatement he has the required fitness to perform the duties of the position to which reinstatement is sought.
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