Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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

The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England


"Look now abroad--another race has fill'd
Those populous borders--wide the wood recedes,
And town shoots up, and fertile realms are till'd;
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  • Gwilym Williams (11/5/2009 2:21:00 AM)

    This 'vigorously grandiloquent'' poem is mentioned at the beginning of Bill Bryson's 'Made in America' but Bryson only quotes the first 2 verses. Apparently Hemans lived in North Wales and read about a founder's day celebration in Plymouth, Mass. on a piece of newspaper in which her groceries were wrapped. She was inspired to write her poem, which bears little relationship to the facts. A 'poet of limited talents' Bryson calls her. Her most famous line, which every schoolboy knows is: the boy stood on the burning deck. (Report) Reply

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