HAPPINESS OF GLEANERS
—Welcome the cot’s
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CHARITY
In moorland cot—or hovel by the road,
Rest the poor Peasant and his shiv’ring boy,
—And theirs we deem Contentment’s blest abode,
Where Fancy riots in ideal joy!—
Shall this bar charity—when spare and thin5
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THE FLOWERS OF THE MEAD
How much to be wish’d that the flowers of the mead
The pleasures of converse could yield;
And be to our bosoms, wherever we tread,
The reasoning sweets of the field!
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FRAGMENT
’Twas when the abbey rear’d its spires,
Where good St. Edmund buried lies,
A cloister’d maid, with holy fires,
Subdued Love’s rebel tears and sighs.
At times subdued, at times she wept, 5
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[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.
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KENTISH MARY. A BALLAD
Ye who urge harsh rules of duty,
Deeming love a childish thing;
Rebels to the reign of beauty
Listen to the song I sing.
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THE DAWNING OF DAY. A HUNTING SONG
The grey eye of morning, was dear to my youth,
When I sprang like the roe from my bed,
With the glow of the passions, the feelings of truth,
And the light hand of Time on my head.
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ON REPAIRING A MINIATURE BUST OF BUONAPARTE. FOR MRS. PALMER
madam,
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SONNET. TO FIFTEEN GNATS SEEN DANCING IN THE SUN-BEAMS ON JAN. 3
Welcome, ye little fools, to cheer us now,
With recollections of a summer’s eve;
And, though my heart, can not the cheat believe,
Still merrily dance about your leafless bough.