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Poems

By Felicia Dorothea Browne [i.e. Hemans]
Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne (1793-1835)

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STANZAS,
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POEMS.
 
ON A ROSE.
 
ON HEALTH.
 
WRITTEN IN NORTH WALES.
 
WRITTEN ON THE SEA-SHORE.
 
MORNING.
 
ON THE DEATH OF MY DEAR SISTER ELIZA.
 
PITY;
 
ON THE 16TH DECEMBER, BEING AS FINE AS MAY-DAY.
 
TO FANCY.
 
THE SPARTAN MOTHER AND HER SON.
 
THE REIGN OF DECEMBER.
 
TO HOPE.
 
TO FRIENDSHIP.
 
THE RETURN OF THE MARINERS.
 
TO INDEPENDENCE.
 
TO THE MOON.
 
YOUTH.
 
HYMN.
 
THE EXILE.
 
THE LILY OF THE VALE.
 
INVOCATION TO THE FAIRIES.
 
LIBERTY.
 
HYMN.
 
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.
 
ODE TO MIRTH.
 
CEBA.
 
THE RUINED CASTLE.
 
JEU D'ESPRIT.
 
TO MY BROTHER.
 
MELANCHOLY.
 
FAIRY SONG.
 
SHAKSPEARE.
 
TO A BUTTERFLY.
 
WISDOM.
 
FLORA TO CLAUDE, ON HIS PLUCKING A ROSE.
 
THE DREAM OF JOY.
 
Song.
 
THE BEE.
 
INSCRIPTION FOR A COTTAGE.
 
SONG.
 
HYMN.
 
SONG OF ZEPHYRUS.
 
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF LORD NELSON.
 
HOLIDAY HOURS.
 
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 PATRIOTISM.
 
TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER,
 
SONNET.
 
TO AUTUMN.
 
THE PETITION OF THE REDBREAST.
 
INSCRIPTION FOR A HERMITAGE.
 
THE MINSTREL BARD.
 
TO THE MUSE.
 
GENIUS.
 
THE ALPINE SHEPHERD.
 
SONNET, TO AGNES.
 
CHRISTMAS.
 
THE WREATH OF SPRING.
 
SONNET TO A DYING EXOTIC
 
THE VALE OF CLWYD.
 
SEA PIECE, BY MOONLIGHT.
 
LINES TO MAJOR COX,
 
SONNET.
 
THE PATH OF LIFE.
 
THE MORNING WALK.
 
HARVEST HYMN.
 
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,
 
SONG,
 
THE FAREWELL.
 
PART OF THE 104TH PSALM, PARAPHRASED.

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ODE TO MIRTH.

Thou, oh! Mirth, with laughing eye,
Spread thy empire o'er my soul;
No cares obtrude when thou art by,
To crown the bright nectareous bowl.
Leave the rich to pomp and splendour;
Happiness they cannot render.
Let the miser heap his hoard;
Mirth shall bless the festive board.
Friendship and the smiling muse
Their influence all around diffuse.
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Now the flute with mellow sound
Invites thee to the feast;
The lively hautboy echoes round,
We form the sprightly jest.
O'er the mantling generous wine,
Good humour and delight combine:
Genial Pleasure for a while,
Bids her votaries gaily smile.
Pleasure twines the rosy wreath,
And bids inspiring music breathe,
While we lead the circling dance;
Oh! Mirth, to join the airy maze, advance.
Mirth has heard the festive measure,
We devote the day to pleasure;
Let the miser heap his hoard,
Mirth shall crown the social board.
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