HOB’S EPITAPH
A Grey-owl was I when on earth;
My master, a wondrous wise-man,
Found out my deserts and my worth,
And would needs have me bred an exciseman.
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GOOD NATURE
Much of good nature, grey-beards tell,
And make a great to-do:
I’ve weigh’d their bold assertions well,
And now believe them true.
Let beauty’s bloom improve or fade,5
Wit bring its good or harm,
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THE MAID OF DUNSTABLE
Where o’er the hills, and white as snow,
The channel’d road resounding lies,
And curling from the vale below,
The morning-mists in columns rise;
Blithe at their doors, where glanced the sun,5
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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.
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ON REPAIRING A MINIATURE BUST OF BUONAPARTE. FOR MRS. PALMER
madam,
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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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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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POEMS FROM THE REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)
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MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
ALFRED AND JENNET
Yes, let me tell of Jennet, my last child;
In her the charms of all the rest ran wild,
And sprouted as they pleased. Still by my side,
I own she was my favourite, was my pride,