Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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

Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems

1. Design And Performance 1/1/2004
2. Sabbath Sonnet 1/1/2004
3. There Is An Hour, A Pensive Hour 4/8/2010
4. Address To Thought 4/8/2010
5. An Hour Of Romance 4/8/2010
6. Brandenburgh Harvest-Song 4/8/2010
7. Christmas Carol 4/8/2010
8. Coeur De Lion At The Bier Of His Father 4/8/2010
9. Costanza 4/8/2010
10. Harvest Hymn 4/8/2010
11. He Never Smiled Again 4/8/2010
12. Heliodorus In The Temple 4/8/2010
13. Hymn 4/8/2010
14. Imelda 4/8/2010
15. Introductory Verses 4/8/2010
16. Italian Girl's Hymn To The Virgin 4/8/2010
17. Ivan The Czar 4/8/2010
18. Korner And His Sister 4/8/2010
19. Lines To The Memory Of A Very Amiable Young Lady, Who Died At The Age Of Eighteen 4/8/2010
20. Madeline. A Domestic Tale 4/8/2010
21. Moon-Light 4/8/2010
22. Mountaineer-Song 4/8/2010
23. Mozart's Requiem 4/8/2010
24. O Thou Breeze Of Spring! 4/8/2010
25. Ode To Cheerfulness 4/8/2010
26. Our Lady's Well 4/8/2010
27. Paraphrase Of Psalm: Cxlviii 4/8/2010
28. Song 1 4/8/2010
29. Song 2 4/8/2010
30. Song. The Smile 4/8/2010
31. Sonnet To Italy 4/8/2010
32. Sonnet, For My Mother’s Birthday 4/8/2010
33. Stanzas To The Memory Of George Iii 4/8/2010
34. Swiss Song, On The Anniversary Of An Ancient Battle 4/8/2010
35. Tasso And His Sister 4/8/2010
36. Roman Girl's Song 4/8/2010
37. Sea Piece 4/8/2010
38. The Adopted Child 4/8/2010
39. The Aged Patriarch 4/8/2010
40. The American Forest Girl 4/8/2010
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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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;
For there, secure in happy age,
Whose hope is from above,
A father communed with the page
Of Heaven's recorded love.

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