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By Felicia Dorothea Browne [i.e. Hemans]

Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne (1793-1835)

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.

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.

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 WREATH OF SPRING.

SONNET TO A DYING EXOTIC

THE VALE OF CLWYD.

SEA PIECE, BY MOONLIGHT.

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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THE VERNAL SHOWER.

Now the lucid tears of May
Gem the blossoms of the spray;
Every leaf and bending flower
Glitters in the vernal shower.

Lovely in the clouded sky,
See the rainbow shines on high;
Mark the heavenly colours bright,
Ere they vanish from the sight.

Hark! the warblers gaily sing;
Sweet the melodies of spring;
When the youthful heart at ease,
Bids the native music please.

Fairer now the view around,
Brighter verdure decks the ground;
Flora, smiling in the bower,
Hails the tender vernal shower.

See! again the skies appear,
Clad in blue serenely clear;
Now the sun with placid ray
Gilds the scene, and all is gay.

Cool and fragrant is the gale,
Breathing sweets from yonder vale,
Where the flowers in blooming pride,
Smile upon the fountain side.

Now the linnets in the grove,
Tune the mellow song of love;
Mild and genial is the hour,
Sweet the balmy vernal shower.