Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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

Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems

81. The American Forest Girl 4/8/2010
82. The Angel Of The Sun 4/8/2010
83. The Bards, To The Soldiers Of Caractacus 4/8/2010
84. The Bended Bow 4/8/2010
85. The Birds 4/8/2010
86. The Birds Of Passage 4/8/2010
87. The Bird's Release 4/8/2010
88. The Bride Of The Greek Isle 4/8/2010
89. The Call Of Liberty. May 1809 4/8/2010
90. The Captive Knight 4/8/2010
91. The Cavern Of The Three Tells 4/8/2010
92. The Chamois Hunter's Love 4/8/2010
93. The Child's Last Sleep 4/8/2010
94. The Conqueror's Sleep 4/8/2010
95. The Coronation Of Inez De Castro 4/8/2010
96. The Crusader's Return 4/8/2010
97. The Death Of Conradin 4/8/2010
98. The Death-Day Of Korner 4/8/2010
99. The Departed 4/8/2010
100. The Distant Ship 4/8/2010
101. The Domestic Affections 4/8/2010
102. The Effigies 4/8/2010
103. The Emigrant 4/8/2010
104. The Farewell To The Dead 4/8/2010
105. The Forest Sanctuary - Part I. 4/8/2010
106. The Forest Sanctuary - Part Ii. 4/8/2010
107. The Funeral Day Of Sir Walter Scott 3/26/2012
108. The Grave Of A Poetess 4/8/2010
109. The Graves Of A Household 4/8/2010
110. The Home Of The Spirit 4/8/2010
111. The Homes Of England 4/8/2010
112. The Hour Of Prayer 4/8/2010
113. The Illuminated City 4/8/2010
114. The Image In Lava 4/8/2010
115. The Indian City 4/8/2010
116. The Indian Lover. Morning Song. 4/8/2010
117. The Isle Of Founts 4/8/2010
118. The Kaiser's Feast 4/8/2010
119. The Lady Of Provence 4/8/2010
120. The Lady Of The Castle 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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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.

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