Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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

Sonnet To Italy - Poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

FOR thee, Ansonia! Nature's bounteous hand,
Luxuriant spreads around her blooming stores;
Profusion laughs o'er all the glowing land,
And softest breezes from thy myrtle-shores.

Yet though for thee, unclouded suns diffuse
Their genial radiance o'er thy blushing plains;
Though in thy fragrant groves the sportive muse
Delights to pour her wild, enchanted strains;

Though airs that breathe of paradise are thine,
Sweet as the Indian, or Arabian gales;
Though fruitful olive and empurpling vine,
Enrich, fair Italy! thy Alpine vales;
Yet far from thee inspiring freedom flies,
To Albion's coast and ever-varying skies!


Comments about Sonnet To Italy by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/1/2015 8:34:00 AM)

    Though fruitful olive and empurpling vine,
    Enrich, fair Italy! thy Alpine vales;

    The British have always love Italy.. this song is a nice poem, even if not a 'masterpiece'.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, March 26, 2012


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