REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824) Read more about REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824) POEMS FROM THE REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824) Contents Kentish Mary: A Ballad The Dawning of Day: A Hunting Song
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) Read more about 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,
LINES WRITTEN HASTILY (1822) Read more about LINES WRITTEN HASTILY (1822) LINES WRITTEN HASTILY, WHILE IN KING-STREET, MARGATE, IN AUGUST 1822, AND GIVEN TO MR. FREEMAN OF MINSTER (1822) Visitor! whoe’er thou art, Respect the vine, which climbs this door; If pain or sorrow wring thy heart, Seek health along the breezy shore.
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) Read more about MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) ROSAMOND’S SONG OF HOPE Sweet Hope, so oft my childhood’s friend, I will believe thee still, For thou canst joy with sorrow blend, Where grief alone would kill. When disappointments wrung my heart,5
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) Read more about 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
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) Read more about 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) Read more about 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 (1)
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) Read more about 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) Read more about MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) THE INVITATION O for the strength to paint my joy once more! That joy I feel when Winter’s reign is o’er; When the dark despot lifts his hoary brow, And seeks his polar-realm’s eternal snow. Though black November’s fogs oppress my brain,5
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) Read more about MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822) Contents The Invitation The Drunken Father The Forester