Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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

Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems

41. Italian Girl's Hymn To The Virgin 4/8/2010
42. Ivan The Czar 4/8/2010
43. Juana 4/8/2010
44. Kindred Hearts 3/26/2012
45. Korner And His Sister 4/8/2010
46. Lines To The Memory Of A Very Amiable Young Lady, Who Died At The Age Of Eighteen 4/8/2010
47. Lines, Written In The Memory Of Elizabeth Smith 4/8/2010
48. Madeline. A Domestic Tale 4/8/2010
49. Moon-Light 4/8/2010
50. Moorish Bridal Song 4/8/2010
51. Mountaineer-Song 4/8/2010
52. Mozart's Requiem 4/8/2010
53. Night-Scene In Genoa 4/8/2010
54. O Thou Breeze Of Spring! 4/8/2010
55. Ode To Cheerfulness 4/8/2010
56. On My Mother's Birthday 4/8/2010
57. Our Lady's Well 4/8/2010
58. Paraphrase Of Psalm: Cxlviii 4/8/2010
59. Pauline 4/8/2010
60. Properzia Rossi 4/8/2010
61. Roman Girl's Song 4/8/2010
62. Sabbath Sonnet 1/1/2004
63. Sea Piece 4/8/2010
64. Sea-Piece 4/8/2010
65. Song 1 4/8/2010
66. Song 2 4/8/2010
67. Song. The Smile 4/8/2010
68. Sonnet To Italy 4/8/2010
69. Sonnet To Italy 4/8/2010
70. Sonnet, For My Mother’s Birthday 4/8/2010
71. Stanzas On The Late National Calamity, The Death Of The Princess Charlotte 3/26/2012
72. Stanzas To The Memory Of George Iii 4/8/2010
73. Stanzas To The Memory Of George The Third 3/26/2012
74. Swiss Song, On The Anniversary Of An Ancient Battle 4/8/2010
75. Tasso And His Sister 4/8/2010
76. The Abencerrage : Canto I. 4/8/2010
77. The Abencerrage : Canto Ii. 4/8/2010
78. The Abencerrage : Canto Iii. 4/8/2010
79. The Adopted Child 4/8/2010
80. The Aged Patriarch 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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Design And Performance

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They float before my soul, the fair designs
Which I would body forth to life and power,
Like clouds that with their wavering hues and lines
Portray majestic building--dome and tower,
Bright spire, that through the rainbow and the shower
Points to the unchanging stars; and high arcade,
Far-sweeping to some glorious altar made

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