The farmer's boy; a rural poem [ed. by C. Lofft. On fine paper].London : Printed by T. Bensley ... for Vernor and Hood ..., and sold by T.C. Rickman [and 4 others], 1800 - Всего страниц: 104 |
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acquir'd AUSTIN Author behold Bell-alley bends beneath benevolent Birds blank verse bless boast bosom bough Brother brow BURY cheer cheese cloud cold corn Cows dairy dark Delight doom'd e'en Euston fame Farmer's Boy feel field fill'd flies flow flow'rs gale Garret GEORGE BLOOMFIELD Giles give glow green groves happy head heart Heaven HONINGTON Ixworth Joseph Caldwell Kilnwick labour Lambs London loud Love mastiff midnight midst mind morn Mother Nature's Newmarket night nightly numbers o'er pains pasture path peace pleasure POEM Poet's Corner poor pow'r praise pride reign rest rise roar ROBERT BLOOMFIELD Rooks round rural SAILOR'S RETURN SAPISTON seen shadows play shiv'ring shower side smiles snow song soon soul spreads Spring Suffolk Summer's sweet taste tempests tender thee thine thou thought thro throng toil treads TROSTON Turnip verse Village warm Whence Whilst wild wood yard yields
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Стр. 21 - Did your eye brighten, when young lambs at play Leap'd o'er your path with animated pride, Or gazed in merry clusters by your side ? Ye who can smile, to wisdom no disgrace, At the arch meaning of a kitten's face...
Стр. 22 - Away they scour, impetuous, ardent, strong, The green turf trembling as they bound along ; Adown the slope, then up the hillock climb, Where every molehill is a bed of thyme ; There panting stop ; yet scarcely can refrain ; A bird, a leaf, will set them off again : Or, if a gale with strength unusual blow, Scattering the wild-briar roses into snow, Their little limbs increasing efforts try, Like the torn flower the fair assemblage fly.
Стр. 31 - O'er the smooth plantain-leaf, a spacious plain! Thence higher still, by countless steps convey'd, He gains the summit of a shiv'ring blade, 323 21—2 And flirts his filmy wings, and looks around, Exulting in his distance from the ground.
Стр. 47 - The widening distance which I daily see, Has Wealth done this? - then Wealth's a foe to me; Foe to our rights ; that leaves a powerful few The paths of emulation to pursue: For emulation stoops to us no more: The hope of humble industry is o'er; The blameless hope, the cheering sweet presage Of future comforts for declining age.
Стр. 46 - tis the peasant's curse, That hourly makes his wretched station worse; Destroys life's intercourse; the social plan That rank to rank cements, as man to man...
Стр. xxiv - ... from keeping sheep, hogs, &c., his shoes filled full of stumps in the heels. He, looking about him, slipped up : his nails were unused to a flat pavement. I remember viewing him as he scampered up : how small he was. I little thought that little fatherless boy would be one day known and esteemed by the most learned, the most respected, the wisest, and the best men of the kingdom.
Стр. 19 - Where'er she treads, love gladdens every plain, Delight on tiptoe bears her lucid train ; Sweet hope with conscious brow before her flies, Anticipating wealth from Summer skies^ All nature feels her renovating sway ; The sheep-fed pasture, and the meadow gay ; And trees, and shrubs, no longer budding seen, Display the new-grown branch of lighter green ; On airy downs the shepherd idling lies, And sees to-morrow in the marbled skies.
Стр. 13 - Straight to the meadow then he whistling goes ; With well-known halloo calls his lazy cows : Down the rich pasture heedlessly they graze, Or hear the summons with an idle gaze ; For well they know the cow-yard yields no more Its tempting fragrance, nor its wintry store. Reluctance marks their steps, sedate and slow ; The right of conquest all the law they know ; The strong press on, the weak by turns succeed...
Стр. 88 - His half-heal'd wounds inflamed ; again the wheels With tiresome sameness in his ears resound, O'er blinding dust, or miles of flinty ground. Thus nightly robb'd and injured day by day, His piecemeal murderers wear his life away.
Стр. 16 - He drains the pump, from him the faggot burns ; From him the noisy Hogs demand their food ; While at his heels run many a chirping brood, Or down his path in expectation stand, With equal claims upon his strewing hand. Thus wastes the morn, till each with pleasure sees The bustle o'er, and press'd the new-made cheese.