Felicia Dorothea Hemans

(25 September 1793 – 16 May 1835 / Liverpool, England)

Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems

1. Invocation To The Fairies 3/2/2015
2. Stanzas To The Memory Of George The Third 3/26/2012
3. Kindred Hearts 3/26/2012
4. The Funeral Day Of Sir Walter Scott 3/26/2012
5. Stanzas On The Late National Calamity, The Death Of The Princess Charlotte 3/26/2012
6. Thoughts During Sickness 3/26/2012
7. The Last Song Of Sappho 3/26/2012
8. Evening Prayer At A Girl's School 3/26/2012
9. A Farewell To Abbotsford 3/26/2012
10. The Wounded Eagle 4/8/2010
11. The Effigies 4/8/2010
12. The Hour Of Prayer 4/8/2010
13. The Bird's Release 4/8/2010
14. The Isle Of Founts 4/8/2010
15. The Kaiser's Feast 4/8/2010
16. The Lady Of Provence 4/8/2010
17. The Lady Of The Castle 4/8/2010
18. The Laplander To His Rein-Deer 4/8/2010
19. The Lilies Of The Field 4/8/2010
20. The Nightingale 4/8/2010
21. The Northern Spring 4/8/2010
22. The Ocean 4/8/2010
23. The Palm-Tree 4/8/2010
24. The Penitent's Return 4/8/2010
25. The Revellers 4/8/2010
26. The Ruin And Its Flowers 4/8/2010
27. The Silver Locks 4/8/2010
28. The Spanish Chapel 4/8/2010
29. The Sunbeam 4/8/2010
30. Heliodorus In The Temple 4/8/2010
31. Introductory Verses 4/8/2010
32. Italian Girl's Hymn To The Virgin 4/8/2010
33. Mountaineer-Song 4/8/2010
34. O Thou Breeze Of Spring! 4/8/2010
35. Paraphrase Of Psalm: Cxlviii 4/8/2010
36. Sonnet To Italy 4/8/2010
37. Swiss Song, On The Anniversary Of An Ancient Battle 4/8/2010
38. To A Departed Spirit 4/8/2010
39. The Sword Of The Tomb : A Northern Legend 4/8/2010
40. The Thunderstorm 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Casabianca

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.

The flames roll'd on...he would not go
Without his father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He call'd aloud..."Say, father,say
If yet my task is done!"
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

"Speak, father!" once ...

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A Domestic Scene

'Twas early day - and sunlight stream'd
Soft through a quiet room,
That hush'd, but not forsaken, seem'd -
Still, but with nought but gloom;
For there, secure in happy age,
Whose hope is from above,
A father communed with the page
Of Heaven's recorded love.

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