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The Domestic Affections and Other Poems.

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Title
The Domestic Affections and Other Poems.
Author
Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne,
1793‐1835
Publication
London: Printed for T. Cadell and W. Davies ... by J. M'Creery ...
1812
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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 18, 2025.

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MOUNTAINEER‐SONG.

BLOW, mountain‐breeze ! all wild, like thee, Unfetter'd as thy wing, I rove; With airy step and spirit free, From snowy cliff, to shadowy grove ! And teach lone echoes to prolong, From Caves remote, my sprightly song, Blow, mountain‐breeze !
No sigh for pomp or state I breathe, For me, the sun‐beam smiles in gold ! I envy not the victor's wreath, For me the Alpine flow'rs unfold ! Gay, simple, free, I rove along, And wood and hill resound my song, Blow, mountain‐breeze !

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When morning wakes, with humid eye, And cheek that kindling, bright'ning, glows; When the soft blushes of the sky, With roseate lustre tinge the snows; I lead my flocks, I leave my home, And carol gaily as I roam, Blow, mountain‐breeze !
When fervid beams of noon invade, And bloom and verdure faint with heat; The palm, the pine, the cedar‐shade, Afford me still a cool retreat ! Where shelter'd from th' oppressive ray, I wake soft echoes with my lay, Blow, mountain‐breeze !
Deep in a glen, retir'd and green, How sweetly smiles my native cot; Where peace, and joy, and love serene, Have sanctified the tranquil spot !

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How blest ! there ever to remain, And warble still th' untutor'd strain, Blow, mountain‐breeze !
In rich festoons, the mantling vine, Embow'ring, o'er its casement waves; And bloomy clusters dangling, shine, Thro' tendrils and luxuriant leaves­ While, as I train each wayward spray, I carol still the artless lay, Blow, mountain‐breeze !
Mine is the breath of zephyr pure, The Alpine sweet that scents the gale; The slumber light, the life secure, The boundless range of hill and dale ! Fearless I rove, exploring, free, Spirit of air ! all wild like thee, Blow, mountain‐breeze !
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