Hannah Flagg Gould
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- Alone I walked on the ocean strand,
A pearly shell was in my hand;
I stooped, and wrote upon the sand
My name, the year, the day.
As onward from the sport I passed,
One lingering look behind I cast,
A wave came rolling high and fast,
And washed my lines away.
- "A Name In the Sand"
- Wisdom, Power and Goodness meet
In the bounteous field of wheat.
- "The Wheatfield"
- Come out — pretty Rose-Bud, — my lone, timid one!
Come forth from thy green leaves, and peep at the sun!
For little he does, in these dull autumn hours,
At height'ning of beauty, or laughing with flowers.
- "The Rose-Bud of Autumn" in The Youth's Coronal (published 1850).
- I am feeble, pale and weary,
And my wings are nearly furled;
I have caused a scene so dreary,
I am glad to quit the world!
With bitterness I'm thinking
On the evil I have done,
And to my caverns sinking
From the coming of the sun.
- "The Dying Storm" in Poems (published 1835), p. 59.
- The Frost looked forth one still, clear night,
And he said, "Now I shall be out of sight;
So through the valley and over the height
In silence I'll take my way."
- Cited by Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable
- "A Name In the Sand" poem
- Gould, Hannah Flagg, 1789-1865. Poems and correspondence: Guide. Houghton Library, Harvard College Library.
- Hannah Flagg Gould at Project Gutenberg