Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Felicia Hemans was an English poet.
Felicia Heman's paternal grandfather was George Browne of Passage, co. Cork, Ireland; her maternal grandparents were Elizabeth Haydock Wagner (d. 1814) of Lancashire and Benedict Paul Wagner (1718–1806), wine importer at 9 Wolstenholme Square, Liverpool. Family legend gave the Wagners a Venetian origin; family heraldry an Austrian one. The Wagners' country address was North Hall near Wigan; they sent two sons to Eton College. Of three daughters only Felicity married; her husband George Browne joined his father-in-law's business and succeeded him as Tuscan and imperial consul in Liverpool.
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems
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.
CALM on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now! E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow.
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in Ne...
"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; The land is full of harvests and green meads."--BRYANT
A Spirit's Return
Thy voice prevails - dear friend, my gentle friend! This long-shut heart for thee shall be unsealed, And though thy soft eye mournfully will bend
A Parting Song
When will ye think of me, my friends? When will ye think of me? When the last red light, the farewell of day,
A Domestic Scene
'Twas early day - and sunlight stream'd Soft through a quiet room, That hush'd, but not forsaken, seem'd - Still, but with nought but gloom;
Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour'd; Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and vale,
Address To Fancy
OH, queen of dreams! 'tis now the hour, Thy fav'rite hour of silence and of sleep; Come, bring thy wand, whose magic pow'r,
A Monarch's Death-Bed
A monarch on his death-bed lay - Did censors waft perfume, And soft lamps pour their silvery ray, Thro' his proud chamber's gloom?
A Voyager's Dream Of Land
His very heart athirst To gaze at nature in her green array, Upon the ship's tall side he stands, possess'd
Address To Music
OH thou! whose soft, bewitching lyre, Can lull the sting of pain to rest; Oh thou! whose warbling notes inspire,
Alaric In Italy
Heard ye the Gothic trumpet's blast? The march of hosts as Alaric passed? His steps have tracked that glorious clime,
FAIR Gratitude! in strain sublime, Swell high to heav'n thy tuneful zeal; And, hailing this auspicious time, Kneel, Adoration! kneel!
And is not love in vain, Torture enough without a living tomb?
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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 ...