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# Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 5 1828/The Parting of Summer

The Monthly Magazine, Volume 5, Page129
THE PARTING OF SUMMER.
Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses,  Glad Summer, fare thee well! Thou'rt singing thy last melodies  In every wood and dell.
But in the golden sunset  Of thy latest lingering day, Oh! tell me, o'er this chequered earth,  How hast thou passed away?
Brightly, sweet Summer! brightly  Thine hours are floated by, To the joyous birds of the woodland boughs,  The rangers of the sky.
And brightly in the forests,  To the wild deer wandering free; And brightly, 'midst the garden-flowers,  Is the happy murmuring bee.
But how to human bosoms,  With all their hopes and fears, And thoughts that make them eagle-wings,  To pierce the unborn years?
Sweet Summer! to the captive  Thou hast flown in burning dreams Of the woods, with all their whispering leaves,  And the blue rejoicing streams;—
To the wasted and the weary  On the bed of sickness bound, In swift delicious fantasies,  That changed with every sound;—
To the sailor on the billows,  In longings, wild and vain, For the gushing founts and breezy hills,  And the homes of earth again!
And unto me, glad Summer!  How hast thou flown to me? My chainless footstep nought hath kept  From thy haunts of song and glee.
Thou hast flown in wayward visions,  In memories of the dead— In shadows, from a troubled heart,  O'er thy sunny pathway shed:
In brief and sudden strivings,  To fling a weight aside— 'Midst these thy melodies have ceased,  And all thy roses died.
But, oh! thou gentle Summer!  If I greet thy flowers once more, Bring me again the buoyancy  Wherewith my soul should soar!
Give me to hail thy sunshine,  With song and spirit free; Or in a purer air than this  May that next meeting be!F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 10 1824/The Child of the Forests

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 10, Page 282
THE CHILD OF THE FORESTS.
Is not thy heart far off amidst the woods
 Where the red Indian lays his father's dust,
And, by the rushing of the torrent-floods,
 To the Great Spirit bows in silent trust?
Doth not thy soul o'ersweep the foaming main,
To pour itself upon the wilds again?
They are gone forth, the Desert's warrior-race,
 By stormy lakes to track the elk and roe;
But where art thou, the swift one in the chase,
 With thy free footstep and unfailing bow?
Their singing shafts have reach'd the panther's lair,
And where art thou?—thine arrows are not there!
They rest beside their streams—the spoil is won—
 They hang their spears upon the cypress-bough,
The night-fires blaze, the hunter's work is done—
 They hear the tales of old—and where art thou?
The night-fires blaze beneath the giant-pine,
And there a place is fill'd, that once was thine.
For thou art mingling with the City's throng,
 And thou hast thrown thine Indian bow aside,
Child of the forests! thou art borne along
 Ev'n as ourselves, by life's tempestuous tide!
But will this be?—and canst thou here find rest?—
Thou hadst thy nurture on the Desert's breast.
Comes not the sound of torrents to thine ear,
 From the Savannah-land, the land of streams?
Hear'st thou not murmurs which none else may hear?
 Is not the forest's shadow on thy dreams?
They call—wild voices call thee o'er the main—
Back to thy free and boundless woods again!
Hear them not! hear them not!—thou canst not find
 In the far wilderness what once was thine!
Thou hast quaff'd knowledge from the founts of mind,
 And gather'd loftier aims and hopes divine.
Thou know'st the soaring thought, th' immortal strain—
Seek not the deserts and the woods again!F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 5 1828/Scene in a Dalecarlian Mine

The Monthly Magazine, Volume 5, Page 399
SCENE IN A DALECARLIAN MINE.
"Oh! fondly, fervently, those two had loved; Had mingled minds in Love's own perfect trust; Had watched bright sunsets, dreamt of blissful years: ——And thus they met!"
"Haste, with your torches, haste! make firelight round!" —They speed, they press what hath the miners found? Relic or treasure, giant sword of old? Gems bedded deep, rich veins of burning gold? —Not so—the dead, the dead! An awe-struck band, In silence gathering round the silent stand, Chained by one feeling, hushing e'en their breath, Before the thing that, in the night of death, Fearful, yet beautiful, amidst them lay— A sleeper, dreaming not!—a youth, with hair Making a sunny gleam (how sadly fair!) O'er his cold brow: no shadow of decay Had touched those pale bright features—yet he wore A mien of other days, a garb of yore. Who could unfold that mystery? From the throng
A woman wildly broke; her eye was dim, As if through many tears, through vigils long, Through weary strainings:—all had been for him! Those two had loved! And there he lay, the dead, In his youth's flower and she, the living, stood With her grey hair, whence hue and gloss had fled— And wasted form, and cheek, whose flushing blood Had long since ebb'd:—a meeting sad and strange! —Oh! are not meetings in this world of change Sadder than partings oft? She stood there, still, And mute, and gazing, all her soul to fill With the loved face once more—the young, fair face, 'Midst that rude cavern touched with sculpture's grace, By torchlight and by death:—until, at last, From her deep heart the spirit of the past Gushed in low broken tones:—"And there thou art! And thus we meet, that loved, and did but part As for a few brief hours!—My friend, my friend! First-love, and only one! Is this the end Of hope deferred, youth blighted? Yet thy brow Still wears its own proud beauty, and thy cheek Smiles—how unchanged!—while I, the worn, and weak, And faded—oh! thou wouldst but scorn me now, If thou couldst look on me!—a withered leaf, Seared—though for thy sake—by the blast of grief! —Better to see thee thus!—for thou didst go, Bearing my image on thy heart, I know, Unto the dead. My Ulric! through the night
How have I called thee!—with the morning light
How have I watched for thee!—wept, wandered, prayed, Met the fierce mountain-tempest, undismayed, In search of thee!—bound my worn life to one, One torturing hope!—Now let me die!—'tis gone! Take thy betrothed!" And on his breast she fell. —Oh! since their youth's last passionate farewell,
How changed in all but love!—the true, the strong— Joining in death whom life had parted long! —They had one grave—one lonely bridal bed— No friend, no kinsman there a tear to shed! His name had ceased—her heart outlived each tie, Once more to look on that dead face—and die!F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 10 1824

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Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 10 1824
Compiled By Peter J. Bolton
Contents
| | Page |
| The Hour of Death | 60 |
| The Child of the Forests | 282 |
| Bring Flowers | 341 |
| The Conqueror's Sleep | 496 |
| The Messenger Bird | 538 |
# Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 5 1828/The Dreamer

This poem was added to later editions of Forest Sanctuary and Songs of the Affections.
The Monthly Magazine, Volume 5, Page 584
THE DREAMER.
There is no such thing as forgetting possible to the mind; a thousand accidents may, and will, interpose a veil between our present consciousness and the secret inscriptions on the mind; but alike, whether veiled or unveiled, the inscription remains for ever.—English Opium-eater.
Rest from thy griefs!—thou art sleeping now; The moonlight's peace is upon thy brow: All the deep love that o'erflows thy breast Lies, 'midst the hush of thy heart, at rest; Like the scent of a flower in its folded bell, When Eve through the woodlands hath sighed farewell.
Rest!—the sad memories that through the day With a weight on thy lonely bosom lay; The sudden thoughts of the changed and dead, That bowed thee, as winds bow the willow's head; The yearnings for voices and faces gone;— All are forgotten! Sleep on—sleep on!
Are they forgotten? It is not so! Slumber divides not our hearts from their woe; E'en now o'er thine aspect swift changes pass, Like lights and shades over wavy grass: Tremblest thou, Dreamer? O Love and Grief! Ye have storms that shake e'en the closed-up leaf!
On thy parted lips there's a quivering thrill, As on a lyre ere its chords are still; On the long silk lashes that fringe thine eye There's a large tear gathering heavily;
A rain from the clouds of thy spirit press'd!— Sorrowful Dreamer! this is not rest.
It is Thought, at work amidst busied hours; It is Love, keeping vigil o'er perished flowers. —Oh! we bear within us mysterious things, Of memory and anguish unfathomed springs, And passion, those gulfs of the heart to fill With bitter waves, which it ne'er may still!
Well might we pause ere we gave them sway, Flinging the peace of our couch away! Well might we look on our souls in fear; They find no fount of oblivion here! They forget not, the mantle of sleep beneath— How know we, if under the wings of Death? F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 10 1824/Bring Flowers

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 10, Page 341
BRING FLOWERS.
Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board,
To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour'd:
Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and vale,
Their breath floats out on the southern gale,
And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose,
To deck the hall where the bright wine flows.
Bring flowers to strew in the Conqueror's path—
He hath shaken thrones with his stormy wrath!
He comes with the spoils of nations back,
The vines lie crush'd in his chariot's track,
The turf looks red where he won the day—
Bring flowers to die in the Conqueror's way!
Bring flowers to the Captive's lonely cell,
They have tales of the joyous woods to tell;
Of the free blue streams, and the glowing sky,
And the bright world shut from his languid eye;
They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours,
And a dream of his youth—Bring him flowers, wild flowers.
Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the Bride to wear!
They were born to blush in her shining hair.
She is leaving the home of her childish mirth,
She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth,
Her place is now by another's side—
Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young Bride!
Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er the bier to shed,
A crown for the brow of the early Dead! For this through its leaves hath the white-rose burst,
For this in the woods was the violet nurst.
Though they smile in vain for what once was ours,
They are Love's last gift—Bring ye flowers, pale flowers!
Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer,
They are Nature's offering, their place is there!
They speak of hope to the fainting heart,
With a voice of promise they come and part,
They sleep in dust through the wintry hours,
They break forth in glory—Bring flowers, bright flowers! F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 10 1824/The Conqueror's Sleep

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 10, Page 496
THE CONQUEROR'S SLEEP.
Sleep midst thy banners furl'd!
Yes! thou art there, upon thy buckler lying,
With the soft wind unfelt around thee sighing;
Thou chief of hosts! whose trumpet shakes the world!
Sleep! while the babe sleeps on its mother's breast—
—Oh! strong is night—for thou, too, art at rest!
 Stillness has smooth'd thy brow,
And now might love keep timid vigils by thee;
Now might the foe with stealthy foot draw nigh thee,
Alike unconscious and defenceless thou!
Tread lightly, watchers!—Now the field is won,
Break not the rest of Nature's weary son!
 Perchance some lovely dream
Back from the stormy fight thy soul is bearing
To the green places of thy boyish daring,
And all the windings of thy native stream;
—Why, this were joy!—Upon the tented plain,
Dream on, thou Conqueror!—be a child again.
 But thou wilt wake at morn,
With thy strong passions to the conflict leaping,
And thy dark troubled thoughts all earth o'ersweeping,
—So wilt thou rise, oh! thou of woman born!
And put thy terrors on—till none may dare
Look upon thee—the tired one, slumbering there!
 Why, so the peasant sleeps
Beneath his vine!—And man must kneel before thee,
And for his birthright vainly still implore thee—
Shalt thou be stay'd because thy brother weeps?
Wake! and forget that, midst a dreaming world,
Thou hast lain thus, with all thy banners furl'd!
 Forget that thou, e'en thou,
Hast feebly shiver'd when the wind pass'd o'er thee,
And sunk to rest upon the earth which bore thee,
And felt the night-dew chill thy fever'd brow!
Wake with the trumpet, with the spear press on! —Yet shall the dust take home its mortal son.
F. H.
# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 10 1824/The Messenger Bird

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 10, Page 538
THE MESSENGER-BIRD.
[Some of the Brazilians pay great veneration to a certain bird that sings mournfully in the night-time. They say it is a messenger which their deceased friends and relations have sent, and that it brings them news from the other world. Picart's Ceremonies and Religious Customs.]
Thou art come from the Spirits' land, thou bird!
 Thou art come from the Spirits' land!
Through the dark pine-grove let thy voice be heard,
 And tell of the shadowy band!
We know that the bowers are green and fair
 In the light of that distant shore,
And we know that the friends we have lost are there,—
 They are there—and they weep no more.
And we know they have quench'd their fever's thirst
 From the Fountain of Youth ere now,
For there must the stream in its gladness burst,
 Which none may find below!
And we know that they will not be lured to earth
 From the land of deathless flowers.
By the feast, or dance, or song of mirth,
 Though their hearts were once with ours.
Though they sat with us by the night-fire's blaze,
 And bent with us the bow.
And heard the tales of our Fathers' days,
 Which are told to others now!
Then tell us, thou bird of the solemn strain!
 Can those who have loved forget?
We call, and they answer not again—
 Do they love—do they love us yet?
Doth the warrior think of his brother there,
 And the father, of his child?
And the chief, of those that were wont to share
 His wanderings o'er the wild?
We call them far through the silent night,
 And they speak not from cave or hill;—
We know, thou bird! that their land is bright,
 But say, do they love there still?F. H.
# Green v. Fisk (103 U.S. 518)

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United States Supreme Court
103 U.S. 518
Green v. Fisk
MOTION to dismiss an appeal from the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Louisiana.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. Thomas J. Durant and Mr. Charles W. Hornor in support of the motion.
Mr. Thomas J. Semmes, contra.
MR. CHIEF JUSTICE WAITE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Green v. Fisk (154 U.S. 668)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
154 U.S. 668
Green v. Fisk
This, like Green v. Fisk (just decided) 103 U.S. 518, is a motion to dismiss an appeal in a partition suit because the decree appealed from is not final, and also because the value of the matter in dispute does not exceed $5,000. The appellees (complainants below) claim to be the owners each of one-eighth of the property to be divided, which it is admitted is worth only $10,000. In the petition it is alleged that the value of the annual income was $5,000, and an account of the revenue is asked, as well as a partition. This suit, like the other, was begun in a state court, and removed by Green to the circuit court, where, by an express order, it was put on the equity docket, and a change in the pleadings directed so as to make it conform to rules governing equity cases.
The decree appealed from simply adjudges that the appellees are the owners each of one-eighth of the property, and refers the matter 'to J. W. Gurley, Esq., master, to proceed to a partition according to law, under the directions of the court.' As was decided in the other case, this is not a final decree, but, if it was, we would be without jurisdiction, because the property, only, has been adjudged to the appellees, and the value of that is less than the amount required to bring a case here. There has been no order even for an accounting, and as yet we are not advised there ever will be one; much less that, if it should be made, a balance would be found due from the appellant sufficient to make the value of the matter in dispute, on an appeal by him, such as our jurisdiction requires. As the appellant, to sustain his appeal, must show affirmatively that more in pecuniary value than our jurisdictional requirement has been adjudged against him, he has failed to make a case for us to consider.
The motion to dismiss is granted.
Thomas J. Semmes, for appellant.
Thomas J. Durant and Charles W. Horner, for appellees.

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# Green v. Lessee of Neal

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31 U.S. 291
Green v. Lessee of Neal
ERROR to the circuit court of the United States for the district of West Tennessee.
Mr Grundy for the plaintiff in error; Mr Isaacks for the defendant.
The facts of the case are fully stated in the opinion of the Court, delivered by Mr Justice M'LEAN.

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# Green v. Fisk (154 U.S. 668)

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154 U.S. 668
Green v. Fisk
Mr. Chief Justice WAITE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Green v. Frazier

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United States Supreme Court
253 U.S. 233
Green v. Frazier
Argued: April 19 and 20, 1920. --- Decided: June 1, 1920
Mr. Thomas C. Daggett, of St. Paul, Minn., for plaintiffs in error.
Mr. Frederick A. Pike, of St. Paul, Minn., for certain defendants in error.
Mr. Justice DAY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Green v. Fisk

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# Graves v. Minnesota

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United States Supreme Court
272 U.S. 425
Graves v. Minnesota
Argued: Oct. 21, 1926. --- Decided: Nov 22, 1926
Mr. Russell C. Rosenquest, of Minneapolis, Minn., for plaintiff in error.
Messrs. Clifford L. Hilton and James F. Markham, both of St. Paul, Minn., for the State of Minnesota.
Mr. Justice SANFORD delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Graves v. Schmidlapp

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United States Supreme Court
315 U.S. 657
Graves v. Schmidlapp
Argued: March 12, 1942. --- Decided: March 30, 1942
Mr. Mortimer M. Kassell, of Albany, N.Y., for petitioners.
Mr. Thomas A. Ryan, of New York City, for respondents.
Mr. Chief Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Graves v. New York ex rel. O'Keefe

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306 U.S. 466
Graves v. New York ex rel. O'Keefe
Argued: March 6, 1939. --- Decided: March 27, 1939
Mr. Henry Epstein, of Albany, N.Y., for petitioner.
[Argument of Counsel from page 467 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Daniel McNamara, Jr., of Brooklyn, N.Y., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 468-471 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Robert H. Jackson, Sol. Gen., for the United States, as amicus curiae, by special leave of Court.
[Argument of Counsel from Pages 472-474 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# H.R. 3200/Division C/Title II/Subtitle D
## SUBTITLE D — ADAPTING WORKFORCE TO EVOLVING HEALTH SYSTEM NEEDS

    Part 1—Health Professions Training for Diversity
       Sec. 2241. Scholarships for Disadvantaged Students, Loan Repayments and Fellowships Regarding Faculty Positions, and Educational Assistance in the Health Professions Regarding Individuals from Disadvantaged Backgrounds.
       Sec. 2242. Nursing Workforce Diversity Grants.
       Sec. 2243. Coordination of Diversity and Cultural Competency Programs.
    Part 2—Interdisciplinary Training Programs
       Sec. 2251. Cultural and Linguistic Competency Training for Health Care Professionals.
       Sec. 2252. Innovations in Interdisciplinary Care Training.
    Part 3—Advisory Committee on Health Workforce Evaluation and Assessment
       Sec. 2261. Health Workforce Evaluation and Assessment.
    Part 4—Health Workforce Assessment
       Sec. 2271. Health Workforce Assessment.
    Part 5—Authorization of Appropriations
       Sec. 2281. Authorization of Appropriations.