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“Come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.”

Quote by Felicia Hemans

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Poetical works

This compilation includes a diverse range of poems, showcasing the author's poetic style and thematic concerns across various genres and historical periods. more

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Felicia Hemans
Felicia Hemans

Felicia Hemans was a prominent English poet of the Romantic era, recognized for her emotive and patriotic verse. Born on September 25, 1793, she achieved recognition for her heartfelt and nationalistic poetry. Hemans' work frequently reflected her profound sense of national pride and her compassion for the struggles of the common people. She passed away on May 16, 1835, leaving behind a legacy of powerful poetry that is still celebrated today. more

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