POEMS FROM THE REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
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REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
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.
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
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.
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
ON REPAIRING A MINIATURE BUST OF BUONAPARTE. FOR MRS. PALMER
madam,
REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
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.
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
THE DRUNKEN FATHER
Poor Ellen married Andrew Hall,
Who dwells beside the moor,
Where yonder rose-tree shades the wall,
And woodbines grace the door.
Who does not know how blest, how loved5
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
THE FORESTER
Born in a dark wood’s lonely dell,
Where echoes roar’d, and tendrils curl’d
Round a low cot, like hermit’s cell,
Old Salcey Forest
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
THE SHEPHERD’S DREAM: OR, FAIRIES’ MASQUERADE
I had folded my flock, and my heart was o’erflowing,
I loiter’d beside the small lake on the heath;
The red sun, though down, left his drapery glowing,
And no sound was stirring, I heard not a breath:
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
THE SOLDIER’S HOME
My untried muse shall no high tone assume,
Nor strut in arms;—farewell my cap and plume:
Brief be my verse, a task within my power,
I tell my feelings in one happy hour;
But what an hour was that! when from the main5