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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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TO A BUTTERFLY.

Little fluttering beauteous fly,
With azure wing of softest dye,
Hither fairy wanton hie,
Nor fear to lose thy liberty:
For I would view, thou silly thing.
The colours of thy velvet wing.
Its lovely melting tints outvie
The glories of the summer sky.
Can pencil imitate the hue,
So soft, so delicate a blue?
Well I know thy life is short,
One transient hour of idle sport:
Enjoy that little halcyon hour,
And kiss each fair and fragrant flower;
No more I'll stay thy mazy flight,
For short thy moments of delight.