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Poems

By Felicia Dorothea Browne [i.e. Hemans]

Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne (1793-1835)

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WRITTEN IN NORTH WALES.

WRITTEN ON THE SEA-SHORE.

ON THE DEATH OF MY DEAR SISTER ELIZA.

ON THE 16TH DECEMBER, BEING AS FINE AS MAY-DAY.

THE SPARTAN MOTHER AND HER SON.

THE REIGN OF DECEMBER.

THE RETURN OF THE MARINERS.

TO INDEPENDENCE.

THE LILY OF THE VALE.

INVOCATION TO THE FAIRIES.

TO A BEAUTIFUL VINE AND A ROSE-BUSH.

ODE TO THE EVENING STAR.

TO MY BROTHER AND SISTER, IN THE COUNTRY.

ASTRE DE LA NUIT.

THE APRIL MORN.

THE RUINED CASTLE.

TO A BUTTERFLY.

FLORA TO CLAUDE, ON HIS PLUCKING A ROSE.

THE DREAM OF JOY.

INSCRIPTION FOR A COTTAGE.

SONG OF ZEPHYRUS.

SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF LORD NELSON.

SONNET TO THE MUSE OF PITY.

THE SONG OF A SERAPH.

THE MINSTREL TO HIS HARP.

ON MY MOTHER's BIRTH-DAY.

TO E. B. ON HER BIRTH-DAY.

TO MY AUNT, ON HER BIRTH-DAY.

TO THE MOONLIGHT HOUR.

TO MY ELDEST BROTHER,

TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER,

THE PETITION OF THE REDBREAST.

INSCRIPTION FOR A HERMITAGE.

THE MINSTREL BARD.

THE ALPINE SHEPHERD.

SONNET, TO AGNES.

THE WREATH OF SPRING.

SONNET TO A DYING EXOTIC

THE VALE OF CLWYD.

SEA PIECE, BY MOONLIGHT.

LINES TO MAJOR COX,

THE PATH OF LIFE.

THE MORNING WALK.

A TRIBUTE TO THE GENIUS OF ROBERT BURNS.

THE VERNAL SHOWER.

EVENING, ON THE SEA SHORE.

SONG OF A WOOD NYMPH.

THE SCENES OF CONWAY.

LINES, FOR MY MOTHER'S BIRTH-DAY.

LINES, INSCRIBED TO MRS. WYNNE,

PART OF THE 104TH PSALM, PARAPHRASED.

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THE APRIL MORN.

Now a smile, and now a frown;
Brightening now, and now cast down;
Now 'tis cheerful, now it lowers;
Yet sunshine in the midst of showers.

Now the sky is calm and clear;
Now the frowning clouds appear:
Evanescent soon they fly;
Calm and clear again the sky.

Such the face which April wears,
Now in smiles, and now in tears;
Like the life we lead below,
Full of joy, and full of woe.

Lovely prospects now arise;
Vanish now before our eyes:
Yet, amid the clouds of grief,
Still a sun-beam sheds relief.
Like the face which April wears,
Now in smiles, and now in tears.