Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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

Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems

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

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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Sabbath Sonnet

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How many blessed groups this hour are bending,
Through England's primrose meadow-paths, their way
Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending,
Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day!

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