Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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

Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems

1. Casabianca 1/1/2004
2. The Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers In New England 1/1/2004
3. Dirge 1/4/2003
4. A Spirit's Return 4/8/2010
5. Arabella Stuart 4/8/2010
6. Bring Flowers 4/8/2010
7. A Monarch's Death-Bed 4/8/2010
8. Address To Fancy 4/8/2010
9. A Domestic Scene 4/8/2010
10. A Parting Song 4/8/2010
11. Indian Woman's Death-Song 4/8/2010
12. Alaric In Italy 4/8/2010
13. Edith: A Tale Of The Woods 4/8/2010
14. A Voyager's Dream Of Land 4/8/2010
15. Woman On The Field Of Battle 4/8/2010
16. Properzia Rossi 4/8/2010
17. The Wife Of Asdrubal 4/8/2010
18. Flight Of The Spirit 1/1/2004
19. Christmas Carol 4/8/2010
20. Address To Music 4/8/2010
21. Breathings Of Spring 4/8/2010
22. War And Peace—a Poem 4/8/2010
23. Carolan's Prophecy 4/8/2010
24. The Rainbow 4/8/2010
25. Address To Thought 4/8/2010
26. The Captive Knight 4/8/2010
27. To A Younger Child 4/8/2010
28. The Image In Lava 4/8/2010
29. The Spells Of Home 4/8/2010
30. Brandenburgh Harvest-Song 4/8/2010
31. Ancient Greek Song Of Exile 4/8/2010
32. The Abencerrage : Canto I. 4/8/2010
33. Coeur De Lion At The Bier Of His Father 4/8/2010
34. To Wordsworth 4/8/2010
35. The Homes Of England 4/8/2010
36. The Graves Of A Household 4/8/2010
37. The Bride Of The Greek Isle 4/8/2010
38. Greek Funeral Chant Or Myriologue 4/8/2010
39. The Abencerrage : Canto Ii. 4/8/2010
40. Design And Performance 1/1/2004
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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Dirge

CALM on the bosom of thy God,
   Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,
   His seal was on thy brow.

Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
   Soul, to its place on high!
They that have seen thy look in death
   No more may fear to die.

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