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1822, (29.) Siege of Valencia, and Songs of the Cid written; -also dramatic fragment of Don Sebastian.

1823, (30.)

Contributes to Thomas Campbell's New Monthly Magazine.-Voice of Spring written, (March.)—— Siege of Valencia published, along with Last Constantine and Belshazzar's Feast.-Vespers of Palermo performed at Covent Garden, (Dec. 12.)

1824, (31.)

Composes De Chatillon, revised MS. of which unfortunately lost.-Writes Lays of Many Lands. - Removes with family from Bronwylfa to Rhyllon.

1825, (32.)

Treasures of the Deep, The Hebrew Mother, The Hour of Death, Graves of a Household, The Cross in the Wilderness, and many other of her best lyrics written.

1826, (33.)

The Forest Sanctuary published, together with Lays of Many Lands.-Commences correspondence with Professor Norton of Boston, U.S., who republishes her works there.

1827, (34.)

Mrs Hemans loses her mother (11th January.) — Writes Hymns for Childhood, which are first published in America.-Corresponds with Joanna Baillie, Anne Grant, Mary Mitford, Caroline Bowles, Mary Howitt, and M. J. Jewsbury.— Writes Körner to his Sister, Homes of England, An Hour of Romance, The Palm-Tree, and many other lyrics.-Health becomes impaired.

1828, (35.)

Publishes with Mr Blackwood Records of Woman, and collected Miscellanies, (May.)-Contributes regularly to Blackwood's Magazine.-Visits Wavertree Lodge early in summer.-Removes to village of Wavertree with family in September.

1829, (36.)

Writes Lady of Provence, To a Wandering Female Singer, The Child's First Grief, The Better Land, and Miscellanies.-Voyages to Scotland, (June,) and visits Mr Henry M'Kenzie, Rev. Mr Alison, Lord Jeffrey, Sir Walter Scott, Captain

Hamilton, Captain Basil Hall, and other distinguished literati.-Returns to England, (Sept.)— A Spirit's Return composed.

1830, (37.)

Songs of the Affections published.-Visits the Lakes and Mr Wordsworth.-Domiciles during part of summer at Dove's Nest, near Ambleside. --Revisits Scotland, (Aug.)-Returns by Dublin and Holyhead to Wales.

1831. (38.)

State of health delicate.-Quits England for last time, (April,) and proceeds to Dublin.-Visits the Hermitage, near Kilkenny, and Woodstock.-Returns to Dublin, (Aug.)-Writes various lyrics.

1832. (39,)

Health continues greatly impaired. - Writes Miscellaneous Lyrics, Songs of Spain, and Songs of a Guardian Spirit.

1833. (40.)

Feels recruited during spring.-Writes Songs of Captivity, Songs for Summer Hours, and many of Scenes and Hymns of Life.-Composes Sonnets Devotional and Memorial. - Commences translation of Scenes and Passages from German Authors, (December.)

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1834. (41.)

Hymns for Childhood published (March;) also National Lyrics and Songs for Music. Paper on Tasso, published in New Monthly Magazine, (May.)-Writes Fragment of Paper on Iphigenia. Records of Spring 1834 written, (April, May, June.)-Is seized with fever; during convalescence retires into county of Wicklow.— Returns to Dublin in autumn, and has attack of ague.-Composes Records of Autumn 1834.Writes Despondency and Aspiration, (Oct. and Nov.) The Huguenot's Farewell and Antique Greek Lament, (Nov.)-Thoughts during Sickness written, (Nov. and Dec.)-Retires during convalescence to Redesdale, a country-seat of the Archbishop of Dublin.

1835. (42.)

Returns to Dublin, (March.)-Debility gradually increases. Corresponds regarding Sir Robert Peel's appointment of her son Henry.-Dictates Sabbath Sonnet, (April 26.)-Departs this life, (16th May.)-Remains interred in vault beneath St Anne's Church, Dublin.

THE

POETICAL WORKS

OF

MRS HEMANS

JUVENILE POEMS

ON MY MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY.

WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF EIGHT.

CLAD in all their brightest green,
This day the verdant fields are seen;
The tuneful birds begin their lay,
To celebrate thy natal day.

The breeze is still, the sea is calm,

And the whole scene combines to charm; The flowers revive, this charming May, Because it is thy natal day.

The sky is blue, the day serene, And only pleasure now is seen; The rose, the pink, the tulip gay, Combine to bless thy natal day.

A PRAYER.

WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF NINE.

O GOD! my Father and my Friend,
Ever thy blessings to me send;
Let me have Virtue for my guide,
And Wisdom always at my side.
Thus cheerfully through life I'll go,
Nor ever feel the sting of woe;

Contented with the humblest lotHappy, though in the meanest cot.

ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.

WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF ELEVEN.

THE infant muse, Jehovah! would aspire
To swell the adoration of the lyre:
Source of all good! oh, teach my voice to sing
Thee, from whom Nature's genuine beauties

spring;

Thee, God of truth, omnipotent and wise,
Who saidst to Chaos, "let the earth arise."
O Author of the rich luxuriant year!
Love, Truth, and Mercy in thy works appear:
Within their orbs the planets dost Thou keep,
And e'en hast limited the mighty deep.
Oh! could I number thy inspiring ways,

And wake the voice of animated praise!

Ah, no! the theme shall swell a cherub's note;
To Thee celestial hymns of rapture float.
"Tis not for me in lowly strains to sing

Thee, God of mercy,-heaven's immortal King!
Yet to that happiness I'd fain aspire-
Oh! fill my heart with elevated fire:

With angel-songs an artless voice shall blend,
The grateful offering shall to Thee ascend.

A

Yes! Thou wilt breathe a spirit o'er my lyre, And "fill my beating heart with sacred fire!" And when to Thee my youth, my life, I've given, Raise me to join Eliza,1 blest in Heaven.

SHAKSPEARE.

WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF ELEVEN.

[One of her earliest tastes was a passion for Shakspeare, which she read, as her choicest recreation, at six years old; and in later days she would often refer to the hours of romance she had passed in a secret haunt of her own-a seat amongst the branches of an old apple-tree-where, revelling in the treasures of the cherished volume, she would become completely absorbed in the imaginative world it revealed to her. The following lines, written at eleven years old, may be adduced as a proof of her juvenile enthusiasm.- Memoir of Mrs Hemans by her Sister, p. 6, 7.]

I LOVE to rove o'er history's page,
Recall the hero and the sage;
Revive the actions of the dead,
And memory of ages fled :

Yet it yields me greater pleasure,
To read the poet's pleasing measure.
Led by Shakspeare, bard inspired,
The bosom's energies are fired;
We learn to shed the generous tear,
O'er poor Ophelia's sacred bier;
To love the merry moonlit scene,
With fairy elves in valleys green;
Or, borne on fancy's heavenly wings,
To listen while sweet Ariel sings.
How sweet the "native woodnotes wild"
Of him, the Muse's favourite child!
Of him whose magic lays impart
Each various feeling to the heart!

lished, the pool where fairy ships were launched (generally painted and decorated by herself,) and, dearer still, the fresh free ramble on the seashore, or the mountain expedition to the Signal Station, or the Roman Encampment. In one of her letters, the pleasure with which she looked forward to her return home was thus expressed in rhyme.-Mem. p. 8, 9.]

HAPPY Soon we'll meet again,

Free from sorrow, care, and pain;
Soon again we'll rise with dawn,
To roam the verdant dewy lawn;
Soon the budding leaves we'll hail,
Or wander through the well-known vale;
Or weave the smiling wreath of flowers;
And sport away the light-wing'd hours.
Soon we'll run the agile race;
Soon, dear playmates, we'll embrace ;-
Through the wheat-field or the grove,
We'll hand in hand delighted rove;
Or, beneath some spreading oak,
Ponder the instructive book;
Or view the ships that swiftly glide,
Floating on the peaceful tide;
Or raise again the caroll'd lay;
Or join again in mirthful play;
Or listen to the humming bees,
As their murmurs swell the breeze;
Or seek the primrose where it springs;
Or chase the fly with painted wings;
Or talk beneath the arbour's shade;
Or mark the tender shooting blade:
Or stray beside the babbling stream,
When Luna sheds her placid beam;
Or gaze upon the glassy sea-
Happy, happy shall we be!

SONNET TO MY MOTHER.

TO MY BROTHER AND SISTER IN THE COUNTRY.

WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF ELEVEN.

[At about the age of eleven, she passed a winter in London with her father and mother; and a similar sojourn was repeated in the following year, after which she never visited the metropolis. The contrast between the confinement of a town life, and the happy freedom of her own mountain home, was even then so distasteful to her, that the indulgences of plays and sights soon ceased to be cared for, and she longed to rejoin her younger brother and sister in their favourite rural haunts and amusements-the nuttery wood, the beloved apple-tree, the old arbour, with its swing, the post-office tree, in whose trunk a daily interchange of family letters was estab

1 A sister whom the author had lost.

WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF TWELVE.

To thee, maternal guardian of my youth,
I pour the genuine numbers free from art—
The lays inspired by gratitude and truth;

For thou wilt prize the effusion of the heart. Oh! be it mine, with sweet and pious care,

To calm thy bosom in the hour of grief; With soothing tenderness to chase the tear, With fond endearments to impart relief: Be mine thy warm affection to repay With duteous love in thy declining hours; My filial hand shall strew unfading flowers, Perennial roses, to adorn thy way: Still may thy grateful children round thee smileTheir pleasing care affliction shall beguile.

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