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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 DREAM OF JOY.

In life's young morn, with fairy wiles,
Hope cheats the soul, and Fancy smiles;
They lull with flattering dreams of joy,
Ah! why must truth the dreams destroy?

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Those halcyon days too soon are past,
The lovely visions will not last;
The golden dream of frolic joy,
Alas! ere long will truth destroy.

The glowing scene by fancy spread,
Gay hope by youthful ardour led,
The flattering dream of frolic joy,
Ah! soon, too soon will truth destroy.