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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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THE EMIGRANT.
FAREWELL, ah, happy shades ! ah, scenes belov'd,Of infant sports and bright unclouded hours !Where oft in childhood's happy days I rov'd,Thro' forest‐walks, and wild secluded bow'rs !
Far from your woods, and sweet romantic glades,A wand'ring emigrant I'm doom'd to roam,Yet oft will memory, ling'ring in your shades,Recal the dear, regretted charms of home !
Her magic pencil oft shall fondly traceThe mournful pictures of departed joy;To ev'ry image give a pensive grace,Which time may softenbut can ne'er destroy.
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Ah ! scenes belov'd ! again delightful springIn vernal beauty decks your smiling vales;With balmy odour scents the zephyr's wing,And wafts from heav'n the soft Favonian gales.
With transport once, to hail her blest return,I tun'd my artless reed, my numbers wild,Then all was new in life's bewitching morn,And hopeah, fair enchantress ! gaily smil'd.
Oh ! then, what airy visions of delight,Beguil'd my youthful heart in ev'ry grove;Deluding fancy pictur'd to my sightThe fairy‐land of happiness and love !
But now, for me in vain the flow'rs expand,And leaves unfolding, dress the woods anew;I go, a wanderer, to some distant land,And bid my native hillsa last adieu !
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Farewell the hermit‐cell, the lov'd retreat,The cottage mantled o'er with clustering vine;Where mild content had found a tranquil seat,And peace and calm domestic joys were mine.
Dear, lovely scenes ! how oft, at dawn of day,My pipe has wak'd your mountain‐echoes sound;How oft at evening's hour I lov'd to stray,Beside the river's bank, with osiers crown'd.
Ye woodland‐streams, ye peaceful, happy shades,Oft on your charms will pensive memory dwell;Ah, native vales ! ah, sweet embow'ring glades,Scenes of my early youth !a last farewell !
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