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. The Last Song Of Sappho 3/26/2012
7. Evening Prayer At A Girl's School 3/26/2012
8. Thoughts During Sickness 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. Ode To Cheerfulness 4/8/2010
36. Paraphrase Of Psalm: Cxlviii 4/8/2010
37. Sonnet To Italy 4/8/2010
38. Swiss Song, On The Anniversary Of An Ancient Battle 4/8/2010
39. To A Departed Spirit 4/8/2010
40. The Sword Of The Tomb : A Northern Legend 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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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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