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HUNTING SONG

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YE darksome Woods where Echo dwells,

Where every bud with freedom swells

To meet the glorious day:

The morning breaks; again rejoice;

And with old Ringwood’s well-known voice 5

Bid tuneful Echo play.

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LUCY. A SONG

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THY favourite Bird is soaring still:

My Lucy, haste thee o’er the dale;

The Stream’s let loose, and from the Mill

All silent comes the balmy gale;

Yet; so lightly on its way, 5

Seems to whisper, ‘Holiday.’

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MARY’S EVENING SIGH (1802)

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Published in The Monthly Mirror, 14 (1802), 195, and later included, in a lightly
revised form, in Wild Flowers.

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WINTER SONG

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Dear Boy, throw that Icicle down,

And sweep this deep Snow from the door:

Old Winter comes on with a frown;

A terrible frown for the poor.

In a Season so rude and forlorn,5

How can age, how can infancy bear

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SONG, SUNG BY MR. BLOOMFIELD AT THE ANNIVERSARY OF DOCTOR JENNER’S BIRTH-DAY, 1803.

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Published in The Gentleman’s Magazine for June 1803, (pp. 550–1); it also appeared

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DOLLY. A BALLAD

‘Ingenuous trust, and confidence of Love.’

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THE FRENCH MARINER: A BALLAD

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AN Old French Mariner am I,

Whom Time hath render’d poor and gray;

Hear, conquering Britons, ere I die,

What anguish prompts me thus to say.

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SONG FOR A HIGHLAND DROVER RETURNING FROM ENGLAND

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[First published as ‘Song, for a Highland Drover, returning from England’ in The Monthly
Mirror, 12 (September 1801), 195–96.]

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A WORD TO TWO YOUNG LADIES

WHEN tender Rose-trees first receive

On half-expanded Leaves, the Shower;

Hope’s gayest pictures we believe,

And anxious watch each coming flower.

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Then, if beneath the genial Sun 5