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Admired by Wordsworth and Southey, called by Clare 'the greatest Pastoral Poet England
ever gave birth too’, Robert Bloomfield was one of the bestselling poets of the nineteenth
century. A labouring-class writer famed for his rural verse, Bloomfield was not only

THE AUTHOR’S EPITAPH

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First made a Farmer’s Boy, and then a snob,

A poet he became, and here lies Bob.

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BIRDS AND INSECTS POST OFFICE – Editorial introduction (1824)

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BIRDS AND INSECTS POST OFFICE(1824)

Introduction

REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)

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ON THE DEATH OF HIS INFANT SON ROBERT

Farewell! my sweet, my budding flower,

My rosy cherub-boy, farewell!

My tortures at thy dying hour,

Thy guardian-angels best can tell!

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SENT TO A LADY WHO WAS GOING TO A BALL

May health brace your nerves, as I find you’re for gadding,

And Care drop the end of his tether,

And stately dame Conscience give license for madding,

And toss up your heart like a feather.

REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)

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SONG
norah

By the Bannow’s meandering stream,

By the green banks of Shannon I’ve stray’d;

I’ve bless’d the soft glance, as it came,

Of many a beautiful maid.

My heart throbb’d a moment, I own,5

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YIELD THEE TO PLEASURE, OLD CARE

Yield thee to pleasure, old Care;

Hope—let me rejoice in thy truth;

Leave me, pale sickness; forbear,

And steal not the rose of my youth.

REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)

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IRISH NEWS

tune—the yorkshireman.

‘By’t side of a brig stands over a brook.’

REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)

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ÆOLUS

I am not disposed to court the powers of this poet-made god—except on a sultry summer’s day, when not a breath of air is in motion; at such a moment one might exclaim:—

REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)

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EPITAPH FOR A YOUNG LADY

Youth, cheerfulness, and health, gave up their reign,

To all the bitterness of mortal pain.

Unshaken fortitude possess’d her mind,

And sense grew bright as beauty’s rose declined.

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