Quotes from Felicia D. Hemans

In the busy haunts of men.

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.

There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.

The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast. And the woods against a stormy sky, Their giant branches toss'd.