Wild Flowers ; Or, Pastoral and Local PoetryLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1819 - 132 pages |
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Abner Amidst bade Barnham Water wants Bayard bells beneath blessing blind bow'd brave BROKEN CRUTCH ceas'd charm cheek cheerful Cheerum's child cried dear DEAR BOY delight door dread e'en fair fame Fancy Farmer father feelings flow'r gain'd Gilbert girl glorious green grove hear heard heart Heav'n honour hope Horkey horse hour John Meldrum joyful Judie lame laugh Libertine life's look'd mark'd Mary Mary Jones Meldrum morn native Nature's never night nosegay o'er pain peace Peggy perplex'd Peru plain Truth poor pow'r pray'r pride RANELAGH rapture ROBERT BLOOMFIELD rose round seem'd sigh sight silent small-pox smil'd smile song soul spring stood stopt Suffolk sweet talk'd tears tell thee thine THOMAS DAVISON thou thought thousand trembling triumph'd truth turn'd Twas UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN vex'd wants a shade watch'd wealth where's Widow Jones Woodville wor'nt Young Herbert's
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Page vii - Particular manners can be known to few, and therefore few only can judge how nearly they are copied.
Page 77 - And cherish life's rekindling fire. Now measure vales with straining eyes, Now trace the church-yard's humble names ; Or, climb brown heaths, abrupt that rise, And overlook the winding Thames.
Page 108 - Play, the great object of his infant hours. In many a game he takes a noisy part, And shows the native gladness of his heart...
Page 105 - The sons of justice and the sons of strife, All who or freedom or who interest prize, A deep-divided nation's parties all, Conspire to swell thy spotless praise to Heaven. Glad Heaven receives it, and seraphic lyres With songs of triumph thy arrival hail. How vain this tribute then ! this lowly lay ! Yet nought is vain which gratitude inspires. The Muse, besides, her duty thus approves To virtue, to her country, to mankind, To ruling Nature, that, in glorious charge, As to her priestess, gives it...
Page 37 - Judie,' was the cry ; I could have cop't" them at their pates ; ' Trenchers for me,' said I, " ' That look so clean upon the ledge, And never mind a fall ; Nor never turn a sharp knife's edge : But fashion rules us all.
Page 94 - From my basket at noon they expect their supply, And with joy from my threshold I spring ; For the woodlands I love, and the oaks waving high, And echo that sings as I sing. Though deep shades delight me, yet love is my food, As I call the dear name of my Joe ; His musical shout is the pride of the wood, And my heart leaps to hear the— Hallo.
Page 84 - Fair maids, who at home in their haste Had left all clothing else but a train, Swept the floor clean, as slowly they paced, And then walk'd round, and swept it again.
Page 29 - In Suffolk husbandry the man who, (whether by merit or by sufferance I know not) goes foremost through the harvest with the scythe or the sickle, is honoured with the title of "Lord...
Page 93 - IN our cottage, that peeps from the skirts of the wood, I am mistress, no mother have I ; Yet blithe are my days, for my father is good, And kind is my lover, hard by. They both work together beneath the green shade — Both woodmen, my father and Joe ; Where I 've listened whole hours to the echo that made So much of a laugh or hallo.
Page 89 - O most welcome, holy shade ! Thus I prove, as years increase, My heart and soul for quiet made. Thus I fix my firm belief While rapture's gushing tears descend, That every flower and every leaf Is moral Truth's unerring friend. I would not for a world of gold That Nature's lovely face should tire ; Fountain of blessings yet untold ; Pure source of intellectual fire ! Fancy's fair buds, the germs of song, Unquicken'd midst the world's rude strife, Shall sweet retirement render strong, And morning...