"The Rock Beside the Sea," by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
| Poem Transcribed The Rock Beside the Sea "Oh! Tell me not the woods are fair, Now Spring is on her way; Well, well I know how brightly there, In joy the young leaves play; How sweet on winds of morn or eve the violet's breath may be;- Yet ask me, woo me not to leave My lone rock by the sea. The wild wave's thunder on the shore, The {sea bird's/curlew's} restless cries Unto my {heating/watching} heart are more than all earth's melodies. Come back my ocean rover! come. There's but one place for me. Till I can greet thy swift sail home- My lone rock by the sea." Hemans | Additional Information Biography of Dorothea Felicia Hemans. Description of the poem. Formal Elements. Explication of this Poem. Read a published version of the poem. Comparison between Virginia's transcription and published version. |
