Felicia Hemans

Felicia Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans (September 25, 1793 – May 16, 1835) was an English poet.

Sourced

• In the busy haunts of men.
  • "Tale of the Secret Tribunal" (published 1822), part i, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• Calm on the bosom of thy God,
  Fair spirit, rest thee now!
  • The Siege of Valencia (1823), scene ix, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• I have looked on the hills of the stormy North,
  And the larch has hung his tassels forth.
  • The Voice of Spring (published 1835), reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

• But fair the exil'd Palm-tree grew
  Midst foliage of no kindred hue;
  Through the laburnum’s dropping gold
  Rose the light shaft of Orient mould,
  And Europe’s violets, faintly sweet,
  Purpled the mossbeds at its feet.
  • The Palm Tree, st. 2.

• They grew in beauty side by side,
  They filled one home with glee:
  Their graves are severed far and wide
  By mount and stream and sea.
  • The Graves of a Household, st. 1.

• Alas for love, if thou wert all,
  And naught beyond, O Earth!
  • The Graves of a Household, st. 8.

• The boy stood on the burning deck,
  Whence all but him had fled;
  The flame that lit the battle's wreck
  Shone round him o'er the dead.
  • Casabianca, st. 1 (1826).

• 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.
  • Casabianca, st. 3.

• The stately Homes of England,
  How beautiful they stand!
  Amidst their tall ancestral trees,
  O'er all the pleasant land.
  • The Homes of England, st. 1 (1828).

• Oh, call my brother back to me!
  I cannot play alone:
  The summer comes with flower and bee,—
  Where is my brother gone?
  • The Child's First Grief (1828).

• Leaves have their time to fall,
  And flowers to wither at the north-wind’s breath,
  And stars to set; but all,
  Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
  • The Hour of Death.

• Come to the sunset tree!
  The day is past and gone;
  The woodman’s axe lies free,
  And the reaper’s work is done.
  • Tyrolese Evening Song, st. 1.

• I had a hat. It was not all a hat,—
  Part of the brim was gone:
  Yet still I wore it on.
  • Rhine Song of the German Soldiers after Victory.

The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers (1826)

• The breaking waves dashed high
  On a stern and rock-bound coast,
  And the woods against a stormy sky
  Their giant branches tossed.
  • Stanza 1.

• 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.
  • Stanza 2.

• What sought they thus afar?
  Bright jewels of the mine,
  The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
  They sought a faith's pure shrine.
  • Stanza 9.

• Ay, call it holy ground,
  The soil where first they trod;
  They have left unstained what there they found —
  Freedom to whorship God.
  • Stanza 10.

External links

• Felicia Hemans at UPenn Digital Library
• Felicia Hemans at The Victorian Web