THE AUTHOR’S EPITAPH
First made a Farmer’s Boy, and then a snob,
A poet he became, and here lies Bob.
BIRDS AND INSECTS POST OFFICE – Editorial introduction (1824)
BIRDS AND INSECTS POST OFFICE(1824)
Introduction
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
ON THE DEATH OF HIS INFANT SON ROBERT
Farewell! my sweet, my budding flower,
My rosy cherub-boy, farewell!
My tortures at thy dying hour,
Thy guardian-angels best can tell!
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
SENT TO A LADY WHO WAS GOING TO A BALL
May health brace your nerves, as I find you’re for gadding,
And Care drop the end of his tether,
And stately dame Conscience give license for madding,
And toss up your heart like a feather.
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
SONG
norah
By the Bannow’s meandering stream,
By the green banks of Shannon I’ve stray’d;
I’ve bless’d the soft glance, as it came,
Of many a beautiful maid.
My heart throbb’d a moment, I own,5
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
YIELD THEE TO PLEASURE, OLD CARE
Yield thee to pleasure, old Care;
Hope—let me rejoice in thy truth;
Leave me, pale sickness; forbear,
And steal not the rose of my youth.
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
IRISH NEWS
tune—the yorkshireman.
‘By’t side of a brig stands over a brook.’
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
ÆOLUS
I am not disposed to court the powers of this poet-made god—except on a sultry summer’s day, when not a breath of air is in motion; at such a moment one might exclaim:—
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
EPITAPH FOR A YOUNG LADY
Youth, cheerfulness, and health, gave up their reign,
To all the bitterness of mortal pain.
Unshaken fortitude possess’d her mind,
And sense grew bright as beauty’s rose declined.
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
[WINE, beauty, smiles, and social mirth]
Wine, beauty, smiles, and social mirth,
Right welcome to the table;
These!—every mother’s son of earth
Will honour!—while he’s able.