Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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

Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems

161. Brandenburgh Harvest-Song 4/8/2010
162. The Image In Lava 4/8/2010
163. To A Younger Child 4/8/2010
164. The Captive Knight 4/8/2010
165. The Rainbow 4/8/2010
166. War And Peace—a Poem 4/8/2010
167. Woman On The Field Of Battle 4/8/2010
168. Indian Woman's Death-Song 4/8/2010
169. Breathings Of Spring 4/8/2010
170. The Treasures Of The Deep 4/8/2010
171. Flight Of The Spirit 1/1/2004
172. A Voyager's Dream Of Land 4/8/2010
173. Edith: A Tale Of The Woods 4/8/2010
174. Alaric In Italy 4/8/2010
175. Christmas Carol 4/8/2010
176. Address To Thought 4/8/2010
177. A Parting Song 4/8/2010
178. A Domestic Scene 4/8/2010
179. Carolan's Prophecy 4/8/2010
180. Address To Fancy 4/8/2010
181. A Monarch's Death-Bed 4/8/2010
182. Arabella Stuart 4/8/2010
183. Properzia Rossi 4/8/2010
184. Address To Music 4/8/2010
185. The Wife Of Asdrubal 4/8/2010
186. An Hour Of Romance 4/8/2010
187. Dirge 1/4/2003
188. The Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers In New England 1/1/2004
189. Bring Flowers 4/8/2010
190. A Spirit's Return 4/8/2010
191. Casabianca 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Felicia Dorothea Hemans


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


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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