Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Wrath Of Loyalty By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Wrath Of Loyalty By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Wrath Of Loyalty OCTOBER! tho’ thy rugged brow, No vivid wreaths entwine; Tho’ not for thee the zephyr blow, Tho’ not for thee the blossom glow, Or skies unclouded shine: Tho’ o’er thy dark and russet vest No rainbow-colors play; Tho’ dim thine eye, tho’... »

The Queen Of Prussia’s Tomb By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Queen Of Prussia’s Tomb By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Queen Of Prussia’s Tomb In sweet pride upon that insult keen She smiled; then drooping mute and broken-hearted, To the cold comfort of the grave departed. Milman. It stands where northern willows weep, A temple fair and lone; Soft shadows o’er its marble sweep, From cypress-branches ... »

The Forest Sanctuary – Part I By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Forest Sanctuary – Part I By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Forest Sanctuary – Part I I. The voices of my home!-I hear them still! They have been with me through the dreamy night- The blessed household voices, wont to fill My heart’s clear depths with unalloy’d delight! I hear them still, unchang’d:-though some from earth Are musi... »

Swiss Song, On The Anniversary Of An Ancient Battle By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Swiss Song, On The Anniversary Of An Ancient Battle By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Swiss Song, On The Anniversary Of An Ancient Battle Look on the white Alps round! If yet they gird a land Where freedom’s voice and step are found, Forget ye not the band, The faithful band, our sires, who fell Here, in the narrow battle-dell! If yet, the wilds among, Our silent hearts may bur... »

Italian Girl’s Hymn To The Virgin By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Italian Girl’s Hymn To The Virgin By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Italian Girl’s Hymn To The Virgin In the deep hour of dreams, Through the dark woods, and past the moaning sea, And by the star-light gleams, Mother of sorrows! lo, I come to thee! Unto thy shrine I bear Night-blowing flowers, like my own heart, to lie All, all unfolded there, Beneath the meek... »

Address To Music By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Address To Music By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Address To Music OH thou! whose soft, bewitching lyre, Can lull the sting of pain to rest; Oh thou! whose warbling notes inspire, The pensive muse with visions blest; Sweet music! let thy melting airs Enhance my joys, and sooth my cares! Is there enchantment in thy voice, Thy dulcet harp, thy moving... »

War-Song Of The Spanish Patriots By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

War-Song Of The Spanish Patriots By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

War-Song Of The Spanish Patriots YE who burn with glory’s flame! Ye who love the Patriot’s fame; Ye who scorn oppressive might, Rise! in freedom’s cause unite; Castilians rise! Hark! Iberia calls, ye brave! Haste! your bleeding country save: Be the palm of bright renown, Be th̵... »

The Sword Of The Tomb A Northern Legend By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sword Of The Tomb A Northern Legend By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sword Of The Tomb A Northern Legend ‘Voice of the gifted elder time! Voice of the charm and the Runic rhyme! Speak! from the shades and the depths disclose, How Sigurd may vanquish his mortal foes; Voice of the buried past! ‘Voice of the grave! ’tis the mighty hour, When night ... »

The Memorial Pillar By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Memorial Pillar By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Memorial Pillar Hast thou thro’ Eden’s wild-wood vales, pursued Each mountain-scene, magnificently rude, Nor with attention’s lifted eye, revered That modest stone, by pious Pembroke rear’d, Which still records, beyond the pencil’s power, The silent sorrows of a par... »

The Coronation Of Inez De Castro By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Coronation Of Inez De Castro By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Coronation Of Inez De Castro There was music on the midnight; From a royal fane it roll’d, And a mighty bell, each pause between, Sternly and slowly toll’d. Strange was their mingling in the sky, It hush’d the listener’s breath; For the music spoke of triumph high, The lo... »

Sabbath Sonnet By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Sabbath Sonnet By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Sabbath Sonnet 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! The halls from old heroic ages gray Pour their fair children forth; ... »

Flight Of The Spirit By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Flight Of The Spirit By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Flight Of The Spirit Whither, oh! whither wilt thou wing thy way? What solemn region first upon thy sight Shall break, unveiled for terror or delight? What hosts, magnificent in dread array, My spirit! when thy prison-house of clay After long strife is rent? Fond, fruitless quest! The unfledged bird... »

To My Younger Brother By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

To My Younger Brother By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

To My Younger Brother To My Younger Brother, On His Return From Spain, After The Fatal Retreat Under Sir John Moore, And The Battle Of Corunna. THO’ dark are the prospects and heavy the hours, Tho’ life is a desert, and cheerless the way; Yet still shall affection adorn it with flow̵... »

The Spanish Chapel By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Spanish Chapel By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Spanish Chapel I made a mountain-brook my guide Thro’ a wild Spanish glen, And wandered, on its grassy side, Far from the homes of men. It lured me with a singing tone, And many a sunny glance, To a green spot of beauty lone, A haunt for old romance. A dim and deeply-bosom’d grove Of... »

The Lady Of Provence By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Lady Of Provence By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Lady Of Provence ‘Courage was cast about her like a dress Of solemn comeliness, A gathered mind and an untroubled face Did give her dangers grace.’ Donne. The war-note of the Saracen Was on the winds of France; It had stilled the harp of the Troubadour, And the clash of the tourney&#... »

The Bended Bow By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Bended Bow By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Bended Bow There was heard the sound of a coming foe, There was sent through Britain a bended Bow, And a voice was pour’d on the free winds far, As the land rose up at the sign of war. ‘Heard ye not the battle-horn? -Reaper! leave thy golden corn! Leave it for the birds of Heaven, Sw... »

Moon-Light By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Moon-Light By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Moon-Light COME, gentle muse! now all is calm, The dew descends, the air is balm; Unruffled is the glassy deep, While moon-beams o’er its bosom sleep; The gale of summer mildly blows, The wave in soothing murmur flows; Unclouded Vesper shines on high, And ev’ry flow’r has clos̵... »

Corinne At The Capitol By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Corinne At The Capitol By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Corinne At The Capitol DAUGHTER of th’ Italian heaven! Thou, to whom its fires are given, Joyously thy car hath roll’d Where the conqueror’s pass’d of old; And the festal sun that shone, O’er three hundred triumphs gone, Makes thy day of glory bright, With a shower of g... »

The Wounded Eagle By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Wounded Eagle By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Wounded Eagle Eagle! this is not thy sphere! Warrior-bird, what seek’st thou here? Wherefore by the fountain’s brink Doth thy royal pinion sink? Wherefore on the violet’s bed Lay’st thou thus thy drooping head? Thou that hold’st the blast in scorn, Thou that wear... »

The Pilgrim Fathers By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Pilgrim Fathers By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Pilgrim Fathers The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o’er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conque... »

The Farewell To The Dead By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Farewell To The Dead By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Farewell To The Dead Come near!-ere yet the dust Soil the bright paleness of the settled brow, Look on your brother, and embrace him now, In still and solemn trust! Come near!-once more let kindred lips be press’d On his cold cheek; then bear him to his rest! Look yet on this young face! W... »

Stanzas To The Memory Of George Iii By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Stanzas To The Memory Of George Iii By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Stanzas To The Memory Of George Iii ‘Among many nations was there no King like him.’ –Nehemiah, xiii, 26. ‘Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?’ – 2 Samuel, iii, 38. ANOTHER warning sound! the funeral bell, Startling the cities of the ... »

Invocation To The Fairies By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Invocation To The Fairies By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Invocation To The Fairies For My Sister’s Grotto FAYS and Fairies haste away! This is Harriet’s holiday: Bring the lyre, and bring the lute, Bring the sweetly-breathing flute; Wreaths of cowslips hither bring, All the honours of the spring; Adorn the grot with all that’s gay, Fays ... »

A Voyager’s Dream Of Land By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

A Voyager’s Dream Of Land By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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 With visions prompted by intense desire; Fair fields appear below, such as he left Far distant, such as he would die to find: He seeks them headlong... »

Ulla, Or The Adjuration By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Ulla, Or The Adjuration By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Ulla, Or The Adjuration ‘Thou’rt gone!–thou’rt slumb’ring low, With the sounding seas above thee; It is but a restless wo, But a haunting dream to love thee! Thrice the glad swan has sung, To greet the spring-time hours, Since thine oar at parting flung The white spray up in ... »

The Switzer’s Wife By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Switzer’s Wife By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Switzer’s Wife Nor look nor tone revealeth aught Save woman’s quietness of thought; And yet around her is a light Of inward majesty and might. M.J.J. Wer solch ein herz an seinen Busen dr?Der kann fur herd und hof mit freuden fechten. Willholm Tell It was the time when children bound... »

The Lilies Of The Field By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Lilies Of The Field By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Lilies Of The Field Flowers! when the Saviour’s calm benignant eye Fell on your gentle beauty; when from you That heavenly lesson for all hearts He drew, Eternal, universal, as the sky; Then, in the bosom of your purity A voice He set as in a temple-shrine, That life’s quick travelle... »

The Conqueror’s Sleep By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Conqueror’s Sleep By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Conqueror’s Sleep Sleep ‘midst thy banners furl’d! Yes! thou art there, upon thy buckler lying, With the soft wind unfelt around thee sighing, Thou chief of hosts, whose trumpet shakes the world! Sleep while the babe sleeps on its mother’s breast- -Oh! strong is night-for... »

Properzia Rossi By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Properzia Rossi By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Properzia Rossi Tell me no more, no more Of my soul’s lofty gifts! Are they not vain To quench its haunting thirst for happiness? Have I not lov’d, and striven, and fail’d to bind One true heart unto me, whereon my own Might find a resting-place, a home for all Its burden of affect... »

Fairy Favours By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Fairy Favours By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Fairy Favours Wouldst thou wear the gift of immortal bloom? Wouldst thou smile in scorn at the shadowy tomb? Drink of this cup! it is richly fraught With balm from the gardens of genii brought; Drink, and the spoiler shall pass thee by, When the young all scatter’d like rose-leaves lie. And wo... »

To One Of The Author’s Children By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

To One Of The Author’s Children By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

To One Of The Author’s Children On His Birthday, 27 August, 1825. THOU wak’st from happy sleep to play With bounding heart, my boy! Before thee lies a long bright day Of summer and of joy. Thou hast no heavy thought or dream To cloud thy fearless eye;? Long be it thus?life’s early ... »

The Sky-Lark By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sky-Lark By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sky-Lark THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn Hang tremulous on flower and thorn, And violets round his nest exhale Their fragrance on the early gale, To the first sunbeam spreads his wings, Buoyant with joy, and soars, and sings. He rests not on the leafy spray, To warble his exulting lay, But h... »

The Indian City By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Indian City By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Indian City What deep wounds ever clos’d without a scar? The heart’s bleed longest, and but heal to wear That which disfigures it. Childe Harold I ROYAL in splendour went down the day On the plain where an Indian city lay, With its crown of domes o’er the forest high, Red as if... »

The Angel Of The Sun By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Angel Of The Sun By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Angel Of The Sun WHILE bending o’er my golden lyre, While waving light my wing of fire ; Creation’s regions to explore, To gaze, to wonder, to adore: While faithful to th’ eternal will, My task of glory I fulfil; To rule the comet’s dread career, To guide the planets on t... »

Mountaineer-Song By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Mountaineer-Song By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Mountaineer-Song BLOW, mountain-breeze! all wild, like thee, Unfetter’d as thy wing, I rove; With airy step and spirit free, From snowy cliff, to shadowy grove! And teach lone echoes to prolong, From Caves remote, my sprightly song, Blow, mountain-breeze! No sigh for pomp or state I breathe, F... »

Carolan’s Prophecy By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Carolan’s Prophecy By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Carolan’s Prophecy A sound of music, from amidst the hills, Came suddenly, and died; a fitful sound Of mirth, soon lost in wail.–Again it rose, And sank in mournfulness.–There sat a bard, By a blue stream of Erin, where it swept Flashing thro’ rock and wood; the sunset’s light ... »

The Wild Huntsman By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Wild Huntsman By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Wild Huntsman Thy rest was deep at the slumberer’s hour If thou didst not hear the blast Of the savage horn, from the mountain-tower, As the Wild Night-Huntsman pass’d, And the roar of the stormy chase went by, Through the dark unquiet sky! The stag sprung up from his mossy bed When ... »

The Penitent’s Return By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Penitent’s Return By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Penitent’s Return My father’s house once more, In its own moonlight beauty! yet around, Something, amidst the dewy calm profound, Broods, never marked before! Is it the brooding night? Is it the shivery creeping on the air, That makes the home, so tranquil and so fair, O’erwhel... »

The Funeral Day Of Sir Walter Scott By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Funeral Day Of Sir Walter Scott By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Funeral Day Of Sir Walter Scott A GLORIOUS voice hath ceased!- Mournfully, reverently-the funeral chant Breathe reverently! There is a dreamy sound, A hollow murmur of the dying year, In the deep woods. Let it be wild and sad! A more Aeolian melancholy tone Than ever wail’d o’er brig... »

Stanzas On The Late National Calamity, The Death Of The Princess Charlotte By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Stanzas On The Late National Calamity, The Death Of The Princess Charlotte By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Stanzas On The Late National Calamity, The Death Of The Princess Charlotte MARK’D ye the mingling of the city’s throng, Each mien, each glance, with expectation bright? Prepare the pageant, and the choral song, The pealing chimes, the blaze of festal light! And hark! what rumour’s ... »

Invocation By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Invocation By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Invocation I called on dreams and visions, to disclose That which is veil’d from waking thought; conjured Eternity, as men constrain a ghost To appear and answer. WORDSWORTH. Answer me, burning stars of night! Where is the spirit gone, That past the reach of human sight, As a swift breeze hath... »

A Parting Song By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

A Parting Song By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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, From the rock and the river is passing away, When the air with a deep’ning hush is fraught, And the heart grows burden’d with tender thought Then let it be! When w... »

To Wordsworth By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

To Wordsworth By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

To Wordsworth Thine is a strain to read among the hills, The old and full of voices;–by the source Of some free stream, whose gladdening presence fills The solitude with sound; for in its course Even such is thy deep song, that seems a part Of those high scenes, a fountain from their heart. Or its... »

The Sunbeam By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sunbeam By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sunbeam Thou art no lingerer in monarch’s hall, A joy thou art, and a wealth to all! A bearer of hope unto land and sea“ Sunbeam! what gift hath the world like thee? Thou art walking the billows, and ocean smiles; Thou hast touch’d with glory his thousand isles; Thou hast lit up the ... »

The Last Song Of Sappho By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Last Song Of Sappho By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Last Song Of Sappho SOUND on, thou dark unslumbering sea! My dirge is in thy moan; My spirit finds response in thee, To its own ceaseless cry-‘Alone, alone !’ Yet send me back one other word, Ye tones that never cease ! Oh ! let your secret caves be stirr’d, And say, dark water... »

The Child’s Last Sleep By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Child’s Last Sleep By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Child’s Last Sleep Thou sleepest but when wilt thou wake, fair child? When the fawn awakes in the forest wild? When the lark’s wing mounts with the breeze of morn? When the first rich breath of the rose is born? Lovely thou sleepest, yet something lies Too deep and still on thy soft-... »

Roman Girl’s Song By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Roman Girl’s Song By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Roman Girl’s Song Rome, Rome! thou art no more As thou hast been! On thy seven hills of yore Thou satst a queen. Thou hadst thy triumphs then Purpling the street, Leaders and sceptred men Bow’d at thy feet. They that thy mantle wore, As gods were seen– Rome, Rome! thou art no more As t... »

Harvest Hymn By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Harvest Hymn By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Harvest Hymn Now autumn strews on every plain, His mellow fruits and fertile grain; And laughing plenty, crown’d with sheaves, With purple grapes, and spreading leaves. In rich profusion pours around Her flowing treasures on the ground. Oh! mark the great, the liberal hand, That scatters bless... »

To My Mother By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

To My Mother By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

To My Mother IF e’er for human bliss or woe I feel the sympathetic glow; If e’er my heart has learn’d to know The gen’rous wish or pray’r; Who sow’d the germ, with tender hand? Who mark’d its infant-leaves expand? My mother’s fost’ring care. And ... »

The Sicilian Captive By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sicilian Captive By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sicilian Captive The champions had come from their fields of war, Over the crests of the billows far, They had brought back the spoils of a hundred shores, Where the deep had foam’d to their flashing oars. They sat at their feast round the Norse-king’s board; By the glare of the torc... »

The Image In Lava By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Image In Lava By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Image In Lava Thou thing of years departed! What ages have gone by, Since here the mournful seal was set By love and agony! Temple and tower have moulder’d, Empires from earth have pass’d, And woman’s heart hath left a trace Those glories to outlast! And childhood’s fragi... »

The American Forest Girl By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The American Forest Girl By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The American Forest Girl Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke; ‘Sing us a death-song, for thine hour is come, So the red warriors to their captive spoke. Still, and amidst those dusky forms alone, A youth, a fair-hair’d youth of England stood,... »

Madeline A Domestic Tale By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Madeline A Domestic Tale By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Madeline A Domestic Tale My child, my child, thou leav’st me!–I shall hear The gentle voice no more that blest mine ear With its first utterance; I shall miss the sound Of thy light step amidst the flowers around, And thy soft-breathing hymn at twilight’s close, And thy ‘Good-nig... »

Bring Flowers By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Bring Flowers By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Bring Flowers 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, Their breath floats out on the southern gale, And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose, To deck the hall where the bright win... »

The Wife Of Asdrubal By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Wife Of Asdrubal By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Wife Of Asdrubal The sun sets brightly – but a ruddier glow O’er Afric’s heaven the flames of Carthage throw; Her walls have sunk, and pyramids of fire In lurid splendour from her domes aspire; Swayed by the wind, they wave – while glares the sky As when the desert’... »

The Peasant Girl Of The Rhone By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Peasant Girl Of The Rhone By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Peasant Girl Of The Rhone There is but one place in the world: –Thither where he lies buried! Anon There, there is all that still remains of him, That single spot is the whole earth to me. Coleridge’s Wallenstein Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert. Childe Haro... »

The Emigrant By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Emigrant By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Emigrant FAREWELL, ah, happy shades! ah, scenes belov’d, Of infant sports and bright unclouded hours! Where oft in childhood’s happy days I rov’d, Thro’ forest-walks, and wild secluded bow’rs! Far from your woods, and sweet romantic glades, A wand’ring emigran... »

Sonnet, For My Mother’s Birthday By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Sonnet, For My Mother’s Birthday By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Sonnet, For My Mother’s Birthday AT thy approach, oh, sweet bewitching May! Through ev’ry wood soft melodies resound; On silken wings Favonian breezes play, And scatter bloom and fragrance all around! Yet not for these I hail thy gentle reign, And rove enchanted through thy fairy bow’rs;... »

Introductory Verses By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Introductory Verses By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Introductory Verses OH! blest art thou, whose steps may rove Through the green paths of vale and grove, Or, leaving all their charms below, Climb the wild mountain’s airy brow; And gaze afar o’er cultured plains, And cities with their stately fanes, And forests, that beneath thee lie, An... »

A Spirit’s Return By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

A Spirit’s Return By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

A Spirit’s Return ‘This is to be a mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality!’ Manfred. 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 Over the troubled stream, yet once reve... »