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"The Domestic Affections and Other Poems." In the digital collection British Women Romantic Poets. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/HemaFDomes. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 20, 2025.
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TO THE HEAD‐ACH [sicHEAD-ACHE].
THOU tyrant of the ling'ring hour !Ah, why with me delight to rest ?Hence far away, tormenting pow'rUnwelcome guest !
With thee, sad visitant ! I proveThe long, the melancholy day;Ah ! foe to peace ! from me remove,Thy dreaded sway.
Oft when I'd court ideal themes,'Tis then thy leaden wings o'erspreadThat seat of wild, fantastic dreams,My weary head.
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And when in Fancy's fiery car,With her and with the muse I'd fly;To realms beyond the morning‐star,The earth and sky;
Not long in these illusions blest,Through fairy‐palaces I roam;Thy wand recals, unwelcome guest !My visions home.
Ah, foe to peace ! when thou art nigh,Farewell the dew‐balm of repose;Then slumber's fledthe languid eyeForgets to close.
I ne'er my midnight vigils keep,To ponder by the taper's light;Nor waste in downy arms of sleep,The morning bright.
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'Tis mine to rove the hill, the dale,To wander through embow'ring trees;The soul of freshness to inhale,The mountain‐breeze.
Then, tyrant of the ling'ring hour,Ah ! why with me delight to rest ?Hence far away, tormenting pow'r,Unwelcome guest !
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