Nature
Impromptu Lines Addressed to Miss F. A. L. on Receiving from Her Some Flowers When Confined by Illness
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Nature
Ye tell me not of birds and bees,
Not of the summer’s murmuring trees,
Not of the streams and woodland bowers--
A sweeter tale is yours, fair flowers!
Glad tidings to my couch ye bring,
Of one still bright, still flowing spring--
A fount of kindness ever new,
In a friend’s heart, the good and true.
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MLA
Hemans, Felicia. “Impromptu Lines Addressed to Miss F. A. L. on Receiving from Her Some Flowers When Confined by Illness.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hemans/338/.
Chicago
Hemans, Felicia. “Impromptu Lines Addressed to Miss F. A. L. on Receiving from Her Some Flowers When Confined by Illness.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hemans/338/.
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