[PW] Poem by Mrs Felicia Hemans

[Carolyn Scheer]

Turn-of-the-century parlor music and recitation poetry tended to be 
pretty much a matter of life or death -- I can still hear my mother 
stirringly reciting "The boy stood on the burning deck, whence all 
but he had fled......"

--- Carolyn, who got some really strange looks unloading those 
ghastly new Baker & Taylor packing boxes at the local recyclers with 
"When the bullet hits the bone" blasting out of the minivan.


At 02:42 PM 6/8/2007, you wrote:
>Hemans seems to have been a real barrel of laughs.  She has 76 hits at
>the Lester Levy Sheet Music site, including "I Go, Sweet Friends" --
>which captures the same idea as your song.  Most of the rest are pretty
>gloomy, too.
>
>-- Tom, who'd rather listen to "From the Indies to the Andes in his
>Undies"
>
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