{"1": {"fulltext": "N\\n1 $7\\nv\\nsa 4\\nm", "height": "4219", "width": "2504", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "THE\\nFARMER S BOY;\\nA RURAL POEM.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "oO-^-.4", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE\\nFARMER S BOY;\\na ftural g oera.\\nBy ROBERT BLOOMFIELD.\\nA SHEPHERD^ BOY. ...HE SEEKS NO bettername/\\nTHE EIGHTH EDITION.\\nLONDON:\\nPRINTED FOR VERNOR AND HOOD, POULTRY\\nAND LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME,\\nPATERNOSTER-ROW.\\nBy J. Swan, Printer, 76, Fleet Stp\\n1805.\\n1", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "ADVERTISEMENT,\\nTHE AUTHOR.\\nHitherto the biographical narrative, as given originally\\nby my brother, in letters to my good friend Mr. Lofft,\\nhas gone undisturbed, 1 hough I have often doubted the ac-\\ncuracy of the dates, the facts themselves remain unimpeach-\\nable. 1 had, indeed, convinced my brother, that he inad-\\nvertently mis-stated my age, on coming to London and, by\\nmy wish, the reader was told, in the preface to the former cdi-\\ntions, that my juvenile pieces, there referred to, and of which\\nfragments are given, were written in the year 1784. As I cer-\\ntainly transgressed in rhyme from the age of fifteen years and a\\nhalf until twenty, writing pieces of various descriptions, the\\ndoubt on my mind was, whether my brother, ivho saw them all,\\ncould tell, any more than myself, on being questioned fourteen\\nyears after the time, at what particular date the pieces were\\nactually written or published, which he had mentioned to Mr.\\nLofft for I well remember, more than once, to have received\\nthe sentence of, 4 R. B. is inadmissible\\nTo satisfy my curiosity, and arrive at the truth, I have\\nexamined the files of old newspapers, as they are preserved at\\nPeel s Coffee-house, Fleet-street beginning with 1784; at\\nivhich time, in my seventeejith year, I supposed them to have\\nbeen written. My trouble was repaid, by finding the objects of\\nmy search under the date o/ 1786. Whatever merit or puerility\\nmay be found in the pieces I have thus unexpectedly regained,\\nand ivhich I had endeavoured to recollect, they appear to\\nB", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "ADVERTISEMENT.\\nhave been written, or at least published, between the ages of\\nnineteen and twenty; and, consequently, any reader of taste\\nwill believe, on perusing them, that they are here given to the\\nworld, more from the love of truth than the love of praise; and\\nwill, at the same time, observe, that the copy of A Village\\nGirl, as given from memory by my brother, was net quite\\ncorrect,\\nI lay dozen all reputed juvenile excellence with infinite satis-\\nfaction; and, though some may blame this kind of self exposure\\ncan make up the account to my own conscience, and am deter-\\nmined to believe, that, whatever different opinions may be en-\\ntertained as to the nature and proper limits of biography, to\\nrectify mistakes is to do right and to tell truth, the first duty\\nof us all.\\nIf it should be asked, why I did not make the search before\\nthe publication of the Farmer s Boy I answer, that I did\\nwell to trust to the kind hand which was about to lift me from\\nobscurity and distress; that I had then no doubt of the accu-\\nracy of the dates, nor the least knowledge that such newspapers\\nwere any where in existence and, lastly, 1 had not then a Cof-\\nfee-house coat to my back, to carry me through the enquiry.\\nThere will be found in these little pieces, obscurities and bad\\ngrammar, they are exact copies from the papers, and as wrote\\nthem except in the instances marked at the foot of each piece,\\nthe editors of the papers not thinking it worth thtir while to\\ncorrect them. The reader will recognise in them the provin-\\ncial usage mentioned by Air. Lofft, at page xvi. of the follow-\\ning preface.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "A VILLAGE GIRL*.\\nHail, May lovely May how replenish d my pails!\\nThe young Dawn o erspreads the broad east, streak d with\\ngold!\\nMy glad heart beats time to the laugh of the vales,\\nAnd Colin s voice rings through the wood from the fold.\\nThe wood to the mountain submissively bends,\\nWhose blue misty summit first glows with the sun\\nSee thence a gay train by the wild rill descends\\nTo join the mix d sports :....Hark the tumult s begun.\\nBe cloudless, ye skies!. ...And be Colin but there;\\nNot dew-spangled bents on the wide level dale,\\nNor Morning s first smile can more lovely appear\\nThan his looks, since my wishes I cannot conceal.\\nSwift down the mad dance, while blest health prompts to move,\\nWe ll count joys to come, and exchange vows of truth;\\nAnd haply, when age cools the transports of love,\\nDecry, like good folks, the vain follies of youth.\\nR. B.\\nCopied from Say s Gazetted for Wedne day, May 24, 1786.\\nt The original word was count, to reckon on it, to tnjoy by an*\\nticipation. The printer changed it to eoi.rt.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Hound Libya s soutli point, when from toils so late freed.\\nSweet Hope cheer d my soul, whilst we clear d the rough\\nsea;\\nI strove, midst the tars, to improve the ship s speed,\\n]S T or thought I of ought but Anna and thee.\\nHere comes the dear girl comes with kind arms extended\\nTo welcome me. Limbs numb d with age, fain would\\nmove\\nMy cheek feels the flow* of rapture warm blended,\\nWith answering drops this the meed of chaste love.\\nCome, friends, rouse the fire; joy enlivens each face\\nThe wild banks of Ganges ne er feel a keen blast,\\nYet, who d not return to love, parents, and peace,\\nAnd hope to possess them as long as life last\\nNov. 6th, 1786. t r\\nThe above lines were suggested by the return of some regiments\\nfrom the East In !ies, as the ver e themselves wiil evince. The\\nword fljw, was substituted by the edi o: of the pa^ei, for the origi-\\nnal word 4 offspring. This I remembered, anj gave the original in\\nthe fragment I sent to Mr. Lcfft. But, in the 4th stmza, the o.iginal\\nword had e caped all recol cction, until this unexpected sight of the\\npiece, and of its connection, so that if hardships be read for ought,\\nall the meaning I had will be seen. I perfectly remember feeling rather\\nj ndignanr, at seeing myself so badly corrected and this feeling, peihaps,\\nengraved those trifles on my mind much deeper than they deserved.\\nMarch 2, i8oj.\\nROBERT BLOOMFIELD.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nHaving the satisfaction of introducing to the\\nPublic this very pleasing and characteristic Poem,\\nThe Farmer s Boy, I think it will be agreeable\\nto preface it with a short Account of the manner\\nin which it came into my hands: and, which\\nwill be much more interesting to every Reader,\\na little History of the Author, which has been\\ncommunicated to me by his Brother, and which\\nI shall very nearly transcribe as it lies before me.\\nIn November last year* I received a MS. which\\nI was requested to read, and to give my opinion of\\nit. It had before been shown to some persons in\\nLondon whose indifference toward it may proba-\\nbly be explained when it is considered that it came\\nto their hands under no circumstances of adventi-\\ntious recommendation. With some a person must\\nbe rich, or titled, or fashionable as a literary name,\\nor at least fashionable in some respect, good or bad,\\nbefore any thing which he can offer will be thought\\nworthy of notice.\\nI had been a little accustomM to the effect of\\nprejudices and I was determined to judge, in the\\nThis was written in 1799. L", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "ii PREFACE.\\n0T1 ly j ust and reasonable way,, of the Work, by the\\nWork itself.\\nAt first, I confess, seeing it divided into the\\nfour Seasons, I had to encounter a prepossession\\nnot very advantageous to any writer: that the\\nAuthor was treading in a path already so admi-\\nrably trod by Thomson; and might be adding\\none more to an attempt already so often, but so in-\\njudiciously and unhappily made, of transmuting\\nthat noble Poem from Blank Verse into Rhyme\\nfrom its own pure native Gold into an alloyed\\nMetal of incomparably less splendor, perma-\\nnence, and worth.\\nI had soon, however, the pleasure of finding\\nmyself reliev d from that apprehension and of\\ndiscovering, that, although the delineation of Ru-\\nral Scenery naturally branches itself into these\\ndivisions, there was little else except the gene-\\nral qualities of a musical ear, flowing numbers,\\nFeeling, Piety, poetic Imagery, and Animation,\\na taste for the picturesque, a true sense of the\\nnatural and pathetic, Force of Thought, and\\nLiveliness of Imagination, which were in com-\\nmon between Thomson and this Author. And\\nthese are qualities which whoever has the eye,\\nthe heart, the awakened and surrounding intel?\\nlect, and the diviner sense of the Poet, which\\nalone can deserve the name, must possess.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "W PREFACE. iii\\nBut, with these* general Characters of true\\nPoetry, The Farmer s Boy has, as I have said, a\\ncharacter of its own. It is discriminated as\\nmuch as the circumstances and habits, and situ-\\nation, and ideas consequently associated, which\\nare so widely diverse in the two Authors, could\\nmake it different. Simplicity, sweetness, a na-\\ntural tenderness, that molle at que facet urn which\\nHorace celebrates in the Eclogues of Virgil,\\nwill be found to belong to it.\\nI intend some farther and more particular\\nCritical Remarks on this charming Perform-\\nance. But I now pass to the Account of the\\nAuthor himself, as given me by his Brother:...\\na Man to whom also I was entirely a stranger:...\\nbut whose Candor, good Sense, and brotherly\\nAffection, appear in this Narrative; and of the\\njustness of whose Understanding, and the Good-\\nness of his heart, I have had many Proofs, in\\nconsequence of a correspondence with him on\\ndifferent occasions which have since arisen,\\nwhen this had made me acquainted with him,\\nand interested me in his behalf.\\nIn writing to me, Mr. George Bloomfield,\\nwho is a Shoemaker also, as his Brother, and\\nlives at Bury, thus expresses himself.\\nAs I spent near six years with the Author,\\nfrom the time he was fourteen years and a half", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "it PREFACE.\\nold- till he was turned of twenty, the most in-\\nteresting time of life (I mean the time that in-\\nstruction is acquir dj if acquir d at all),, I think I\\nam able to give a better account of him than any\\none can, or than he can of himself: for his Mo-\\ndesty would not let him speak of his Temper,\\nDisposition, or Morals.\\nRobert was the younger Child of George\\nBloom field, a Taylor at HoNiNGTONf. His\\nFather died when he was an infant under a\\nyear old J. His Mother was a schoolmistress,\\nand instructed her own children with the others.\\nHe thus learnM to read as soon as he learn d to\\nspeak.\\nThough the Mother was left a Widow with\\nsix small Children, yet with the help of Friends\\nshe managed to give each of them a little school-\\ning.\\nRobert was accordingly sent to Mr. Rod-\\nwell !j, of Ixworth, to be improved in Writing:\\nHere, and elsewhere through the narrative, the true dates\\nare introduced according to the foregoing Advertisement.\\nt This Village is between Fusion and Troston, and about\\neight miles N. E. of Bury. There are three other sons;\\nGeorge, Nathaniel, and Isaac and two Daughters. L.\\nOur Author was born, as his Mother lias obligingly in-\\nformed me, 3 Dec. 1766. L.\\nThis respectable Man is senior Clerk to the Magi-\\nstrates of tbe Hundred of Blacrbourn, in which Honingtoit", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. v\\nbut he did not go to that School more than two or\\nthree months, nor was ever sent to any other;\\nhis Mother again marrying when Robert was\\nabout seven years old.\\nBy her second Husband, John Glover, she\\nhad another Family.\\nWhen Robert was not above eleven years\\nold, the late Mr. W. Austin, of Sapiston*, took\\nhim. And though it is customary for Farmers\\nto pay such Boys only Is. 6d. per week, yet he\\ngenerously took him into the house. This re-\\nlieved his Mother of any other expence than only\\nof finding him a few things to wear and this\\nwas more than she well knew how to do.\\nShe wrote therefore/ Mr. O. Bloomfield\\ncontinues, to me and my brother Nat (then\\nin London), to assist her; mentioning that Ro-\\nbert was so small of his age that Mr. Austin\\nsaid he was not likely to be able to get his living\\nby hard labour.\\nMr. G. Bloomfield on this inform d his Mo-\\nther that, if she would let him take the Boy with\\nhim, he would lake him, and teach him to make\\nshoes: and Nat promised to clothe him. The\\nis situated, and has conducted himself with great propriety\\nin this and other public employments. L.\\nThis little Village adjoins to Honing ton. L.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "vi PREFACE.\\nMother, upon this offer, took coach and came to\\nLondon, to Mr. G. Bloom field, with the Boy:\\nfor she said, she never should have been happy\\nif she had not put him herself into his hands.\\nShe charg d me, he adds, as 1 valued a\\nMothers Blessing, to watch over Mm, to set good\\nExamples for him, and never to forget that he had\\nlost his Father I religiously confine myself to\\nMr. G. Bloomfield s own words; and think I\\nshould wrong all the parties concerned, if in men-\\ntioning this pathetic and successful Admonition,\\nI were to use any other. He came from Mr.\\nAustin s 29 June 1781*.\\nMr. G. Bloomfield then lived at Mr. Simiris,\\nNo. 7 Pitcher s- court, Bell-alley, Coleman-street.\\nIt is customary, he continues, in such houses\\nas are let to poor people in London, to have light\\nGarrets fit for Mechanics to work in. In the\\nGarret, where we had two turn-up Beds, and five\\nof us worked, I received little Robert.\\nAs we were all single Men, Lodgers at a\\nShilling per week each, our beds were coarse,\\nand all things far from being clean and snug,\\nlike what Robci t had left at Sapiston. Robert\\nwas our man, to fetch all things to hand. At\\nThis date of his coming to Town is added by Mr.\\nLOOMFIELD hixQSelf.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. yii\\nNoon he fetch d our Dinners from the Cook s\\nShop and any one of our fellow workmen that\\nwanted to have any thing fetched in, would send\\nhim, and assist in his work and teach him, for a\\nrecompense for his trouble.\\nEvery day when the Boy from the Public\\nhouse came for the pewter pots, and to hear what\\nporter was wanted, he always brought the yes-\\nterday s Newspaper. The reading of the Paper\\nwe had been us d to take by turns but after Ro-\\nbert came, he mostly read for us,.. .because his\\ntime was of least value.\\nHe frequently met with words that he was\\nunacquainted with of this he often complained.\\nI one day happen d at a Book-stall to see a small\\nDictionary, which had been very ill us d. I\\nbought it for him for 4d. By the help of this\\nhe in little time could read and comprehend the\\nlong and beautiful speeches of Burke, Fox, or\\nNorth.\\nOne Sunday, after a whole day s stroll in\\nthe country, we by accident went into a dissent-\\ning Meeting-house, in the Old Jewry, where a\\nGentleman was lecturing. This Man filPd Ro-\\nbert with astonishment. The House was ama-\\nzingly crowded with the most genteel people:\\nand though we were fore d to stand in the aisle,\\nand were muchpress d, yet Robert always quick-", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "viii PREFACE.\\nenM his steps to get into the Town on a Sunday\\nevening soon enough to attend this Lecture.\\nThe Preacher s name was Fawcet*. His\\nlanguage was just such as the Rambler is written\\nin; his Action like a person acting a Tragedy;\\nhis Discourse rational, and free from the Cant\\nof Methodism.\\nOf him Robert learned to accent what he\\ncall d hard words and otherwise improved him-\\nself; and gainM the most enlarg d notions of\\nProvidence.\\nHe went sometimes with me to a Debating\\nSociety at Coachmakers-hall, but not often; and\\na few times to Covent-garden TJicaiie. These are\\nall the opportunities he ever had to learn from\\nPublic Speakers. As to Books, he had to wade\\nthrough two cr three Folios: an History of Eng-\\nland, British Traveller, and a Geography. But he\\nalways read them as a task; or to oblige us who\\nbought them. And as they came in sixpenny\\nnumbers weekly, he had about as many hours to\\nread as other boys spend in play.\\nI at that time read the London Magazine;\\nand in that work about two sheets were set apart\\nfor a Rev ieiv.... Robert seemM always eager to read\\nthis Review. Here he could see what the Literary\\nAuthor of ;i justly-esteem d Poem on War. L.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. ix\\nMen were doing, and learn how to judge of the\\nmerits of the Works that came out. And I ob-\\nserved that he always looked at the Poet s Corner.\\nAnd one day he repeated a Song which he com-\\nposed to an old tune. I was much surpris d that\\nhe should make so smooth verses: so I persuaded\\nhim to try whether the Editor of our Paper would\\ngive them a place in Poet s Corner. And he suc-\\nceeded, and they were printed. And as I for-\\nget his other early productions, I shall copy\\nthis*.\\nI remember, says Mr. G. Bloomfield,\\ncontinuing his Narrative, a little piece which\\nhe called the Sailor s Return f: in which he tried\\nto describe the feelings of an honest Tar, who,\\nafter a long absence, saw his dear native Village\\nfirst rising into view. This too obtained a place\\nin the Poet s Corner.\\nAbout this time there came a Man to lodge\\nat our Lodgings that was troubled with fits. Ro-\\nbert was so much hurt to see this poor creature\\ndrawn into such frightful forms, and to hear his\\nhorrid screams, that I was forced to leave the\\nLodging. We went to Blue Flart-court, Bell-alley.\\nIn our new Garret we found a singular character,\\nSee Village Girl, in the Advertisement,\\nt Soldier s Return, see Advertisement.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "x PREFACE.\\nJames Kay a native of Dundee. He was a mid-\\ndle-aged man, of a good understanding, and yet\\na furious Calvinist. He had many Books,... and\\nsome which he did not value: such as the Sea-\\nsons, Paradise Lost, and some Novels. These\\nBooks he lent to Robert who spent all his lei-\\nsure hours in reading the Seasons, which he was\\nnow capable of reading. I never heard him\\ngive so much praise to any Book as to that.\\nI think it was in the year 1/84 that the\\nQuestion came to be decided between the jour-\\nneymen Shoemakers; whether those who had learned\\nwithout serving an Apprenticeship could follow the\\nTrade.\\nThe Man by whom Robert and I were em-\\nployed, Mr. Chamberlayne, of Cheapside, took an\\nactive part against the lawful journeymen; and,\\neven went so far as to pay off every man that\\nworked for him that had joinM their Clubs. This\\nso exasperated the men, that their acting Com-\\nmittee soon look d for unlawful men (as they called\\nthem) among Chamberlayne s workmen.\\nThey found out little Robert, and threatened\\nto prosecute Chamberlayne for employing him\\nand to prosecnte his Brother, Mr. G. Bloomjield,\\nfor teaching him. Chamberlayne requested of\\nthe Brother to go on and bring it to a Trial; for", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. xi\\nthat he would defend it; and that neither George\\nnor Robert should be hurt.\\nIn the mean time George was much insulted\\nfor having refus d to join upon this occasion\\nthose who call d themselves, exclusively, the\\nLawful Crafts. George, who says he was never\\nfamM for patience, (it is not indeed so much as\\nmight be sometimes wishM, very often the lot of\\nstrong and acute minds to possess largely of this\\nvirtue,) took his pen, and address d a Letter to\\none of the most active of their Committee-men\\n(a man of very bad character.) In this, after\\nstating that he took Robert at his Mother s re-\\nquest, he made free as well with the private cha-\\nracter of this man as with the views of the Com-\\nmittee. This/ 1 says George, was very foolish\\nfor it made things worse: but I felt too much to\\nrefrain.\\nWhat connects this episodical circumstance\\nwith the character of our Author follows in his\\nBrother s words.\\nRobert, naturally fond of Peace, and fearful\\nfor my personal safety, beggM to be suffered to\\nretire from the storm.\\nHe came home; and Mr. Austin kindly\\nbade him take his house for his home till he could\\nreturn to me. And here, with his mind glowing\\nwith the fine Descriptions of rural scenery which\\nc", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "xii PREFACE.\\nhe found in Thomson s Seasons, he again re-\\ntraced the very fields where first he began to\\nthink, Here, free from the smoke*, the noise,\\nthe contention of the city, he imbibed that Love\\nof rural Simplicity and rural Innocence, which\\nfitted him, in a great degree, to be the writer of\\nsuch a thing as the Farmers Boy,\\nHere he liv d two Months:. ..at length, as\\nthe dispute in the trade still remained undecided,\\nMr. Dudbridge ofFer d to take Robert Appren-\\ntice, to secure him, at all events, from any con-\\nsequences of the Litigation.\\nHe was bound by Mr. Ingram, of Bell-alley,\\nto Mr. John Dudbridge. His Brother George paid\\nfive shillings for Robert, by way of form, as a\\npremium. Dudbridge was their Landlord, and\\na freeman of the city of London. He acted most\\nhonourably, and took no advantage of the power\\nwhich the Indentures gave him. George Bloom-\\nfield staid vrith Robert till he found he could work\\nas expertly as his self.\\nMr. George Bloomfield adds, When I\\nleft London he was turned of twenty; and much\\nof my happiness since has arisen from a constant\\ncorrespondence which I have held with him.\\nBut one word is altered is this Description; which re-\\nminds one of the\\nOmitte mirari beatx\\nFumum et opes Strepitumque Romas. L.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. xiii\\nff After I left him, he studied Music, and was\\na good player on the Violin.\\nBut as my Brother Nat had married a Wool-\\nwich woman, it happenM that Robert took a fancy\\nto Mary-Anne Church, a comely young woman\\nof that town, whose Father is a boat-builder in\\nthe Government yard there. He married 12th\\nDec. 1790*.\\nSoon after he married, Robert told me, in a\\nLetter, that he had sold his Fiddle and got a\\nWife/ Like most poor men, he got a wife first,\\nand had to get household stuff afterward. It took\\nhim some time to get out of ready furnished\\nLodgings. At length, by hardworking, c. be\\nacquired a Bed of his own, andhirM the room up\\none pair of stairs at 14, Bell -alley Coleman- street*\\nThe Landlord kindly gave him leave to sit\\nand work in the light Garret, two pair of stairs\\nhigher.\\nIn this Garret, amid six or seven other work-\\nmen, his active mind employed itself in compo-\\nsing f the Farmers Boy?\\nIn my correspondence I have seen several\\npoetical effusions of his all of them of a good\\nmoral tendency but which he very likely would\\nthink do him little credit on that account I have\\nnot preserved them.\\nThis Date from the Author. C. I*", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "xiv PREFACE.\\nRobert is a Ladies Shoemaker, and works\\nfor Mr. Davies, Lombard- street. He is of a slen-\\nder make; of about 5 F. 4 I. high; very dark\\ncomplexion. .His Mother, who is a very re-\\nligious member of the Church of England, took all\\nthe pains she could in his infancy to make him\\npious: and, as his reason expanded, his love of\\nGod and Man increas d with it. I never knew\\nhis fellow for mildness of temper and Goodness\\nof disposition. And since I left him, univer-\\nsally is he prais d by those who know him best,\\nfor the best of Husbands, an indulgent Father,\\nand quiet Neighbour. He is between thirty-\\nthree and four years old*, and has three chil-\\ndren; two Daughters and a Son f\\nMr. George Bloom field concludes this clear,\\naffectionate, and interesting Narrative, by a very\\nkind Address to the Writer of this preface. But\\npleasM as I am with the good opinion of a Man\\nlike him, I must not take praise to myself for\\nnot having neglected or suppressM such a Work\\nwhen it came into my hands. And I have no\\nfarther merit than that of seeing what it was im-\\nCorrected from the above Date, p. iv, to his present\\nAge, May 1800. C. L.\\nt Added from the information of Mr. R. Bloomfield.\\nNow four; Hannah^ born 25 Oct. 1791. Mary Anne,\\n6 July 1793. Charles, 15 Sept. 1798. Charlotte, 20 Apr.\\n1801.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. xv\\npossible for an unprejudicM Mind not to see, and\\nof doing what it was impossible not to do.\\nBut I join with him cordially in his prayer,\\nthat God, the Giver of thought, may, as mental\\nlight spreads, raise up many who will turn a\\nlistening ear, and will not despise\\nThe short and simple annals of the poor\\nVery few words will complete what remains\\nto be added.\\nStruck with the Work, but not less struck\\nwith the remark, which is become a proverb, of\\nthe Roman Satirist, that it is not easy for those\\nto emerge to notice whcfse circumstances obscure\\nthe observation of their Merits/ I sent it to a\\nFriend f, whom I knew to be above these preju-\\ndices and who has deserv d, and is deserving,\\nwell of the Public, in many other instances, by\\nhis attention to Literature and the elegant Arts.\\nHe immediately express d a high satisfaction in\\nit; and communicated it to the Publishers. They\\nadopted it upon terms honourable to themselves,\\nand satisfactory to the Author, and to me in his\\nbehalf.\\nMy part has been this^ and it has been a very\\npleasing one to revise the MS., making occa-\\nHand facile em ergunt quorum virtutibus obstat\\nRes angusta dom i\\nt This Friend is Thomas Hill, esq.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "xvi PREFACE.\\nsionally corrections with respect to Orthography,\\nand sometimes in the grammatical construction.\\nThe corrections, in point of Grammar, reduce\\nthemselves almost wholly to a circumstance of\\nprovincial usage, which even well-educated per-\\nsons in Suffolk and Norfolk do not wholly avoid\\nand which may be said, as to general custom, to\\nhave become in these counties almost an esta-\\nblished Dialect: that of adopting the plural for\\nthe singular termination of verbs, so as to ex-\\nclude the s. But not a line is added or substan-\\ntially alterM through the whole poem. I have\\nrequested the MS. to be preserved for the satis-\\nfaction of those who may wish to be satisfied on\\nthis head\\nThe Proofs have gone through my hands. It\\nhas been printed slowly: because most carefully:\\nas it deservM to be printed.\\nI have no doubt of its Reception with the Pub-\\nlic: I have none of its going down to Poste-\\nrity with honour: which is not always the Fate\\nof productions which are popularin theirday.\\nThus much I know: that the Author, with\\na spirit amiable at all times, and which would\\nhave been rever d by Antiquity, seems far less\\ninterested concerning any Fame or Advantage\\nhe may derive from it to himself, than in the\\n*See the end of the Supplement, p. xx.ii.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "PREFACE. xvii\\npleasure of giving a printed Copy of it, as a tribute\\nof duty and affection, to his Mother*; in whose\\npleasure, if it succeeds, his filial heart places the\\ngratification of which it is most desirous. It is\\nmuch to be a Poet, such as he will be found:\\nIt is more to be such a Man.\\nTroston, n. Bury, Suffolk,\\n21st Bee. 1799. CapeL LoFFT.\\nElizabeth Manby, the Mother of the Author of\\nthis Poem, wassisterto the wife of Mr. William Austin.\\nI had written to Mr. George Bloom field to request the\\nmaiden name of his Mother. This gain d me an Answer,\\nwhich I have great pleasure in adding.\\nThe late Mr. Austin s wife was a Manby (my Mo-\\nther s Sister.) And it may seem strange that, in the Far-\\nmer s Boy, Giles no where calls him Uncle, but Master.\\nThe treatment that my Brother Robert experienced from\\nMr. Austin did not differ in any respect from the treatment\\nthat all the Servant Boys experiene d who lived with him.\\nMr. Austin was Father of fourteen Children by my Aunt\\n(he never had any other Wife.) He left a decent provision\\nfor the five Children that surviv d him: so that it could not\\nbe expected he should have any thing to give to poor Re-\\nlations. And I don t see a possibility of making a dif-\\nference between Giles and the Boys that were not related\\nto Mr. Austin: for he treated all his Servants exactly as he\\ndid his Sons. They all work d hard all liv d well. The\\nDuke had not a better Man Tenant to him than the late\\nMr. Austin. I saw numbers of the Husbandmen in tears\\nwhen he was buried. He was belov d by all who knew him.\\nBut I imagine Robert thought that when he was speaking of\\nBenevolence that was universal, he had no occasion tor\\nmention the accidental circumstance of his being related to\u00c2\u00ab\\nthe Good Man qf whom he sung.\\n^rv^-V^^s", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "SUPPLEMENT.\\nWhen the Spirit of Christianity declares\\nblessed are the meek every heart which consi-\\nders what meekness is, feels the truth of that\\nblessedness. -It may smooth the way, and prevent\\nimpediments, which a different temper raises to\\ntemporal felicity: it certainly assures that Hea-\\nven which is within: and is a pledge and antici-\\npation of the Heaven hereafter.\\nIt is pleasing to think on a remark of Mr.\\nGeo. Bloom field concerning his Brother when\\nhe first went to London. I have him in my\\nmind s eye a little Boy; not bigger than Boys\\ngenerally are at twelve years old. When I\\nmet him and his Mother at the Inn, he strut-\\nted before us, dress d just as he came from\\nkeeping Sheep, Hogs, c... his shoes fill d full\\nof stumps in the heels. He looking about him,\\nslipt up his nails were unus d to a flat pave-\\nment. I remember viewing him as he scam-\\nperM up how small he was. Little thought,\\nthat little, fatherless Boy would be one day\\nknown and esteemed by the most learned, the\\nmost respected, the wisest and the best men of\\nthe Kingdom.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "SUPPLEMENT. xix\\nAnd those who have shown themselves the\\nFriends of the Farmer s Boy must excuse me if\\nI mention some of them whose liberal and zeal-\\nous attention had excited those feelings in the\\nheart of his Brother, and have fill d his with sen-\\ntiments of thankfulness. The Duke of Grafton\\nhas every way shown himself attentive to the Ge-\\nnius, the Worth, of Mr. Bloomfield. He has\\nessentially added to his comforts. His R. H.\\nthe Duke of York, by Capt. Bunbury, has made\\na liberal present, as an acknowledgment of the\\npleasure receiv d from the perusal of his excel-\\nlent Poem. This attention of his R. H. liberal\\nand amiable in itself, has been the cause of\\nlike liberality in others. It suggested to Dr.\\nDrake, and other Gentlemen at Hadleigh, the\\nidea of a local subscription of a Guinea each in\\nthat town and Neighbourhood. This has been\\ncarried into effect by himself and eleven other\\nFriends: with a large proportion of those who\\nhave thus stood forth the Friends of Genius and\\nWorth I have the pleasure of being acquainted.\\nSir Charles Bunbury has warmly expressed\\nhis approbation of the Poem; as not only excel-\\nlent for a Farmer s Boy, but such as would do\\nhonour to any person, whatever his education\\nand he also has much contributed to make it early\\nand advantageously known. Mr. Green of Ips-", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "xx SUPPLEMENT.\\nwich has spoken of it as a charming composi-\\ntion reflecting in a very natural and vivid man-\\nner, the series of interesting images which\\ntouch d the sensibility of a young, an artless, but\\na most intelligent observer of Nature placM in\\na situation highly favourable to observation,\\nthough in fact not often productive of it. That\\nOriginality in such a subject is invaluable: and\\nthat this Poem appears to him (I know few men\\nso qualified to judge on such a point) throughout\\noriginal. And literary characters, who have\\nearnt to themselves much of true Praise by their\\nown Productions, Mr. Dyer, and Dr. Drake of\\nHadleigh, have given full and appropriate en-\\ncomium to the excellence, both in Plan and Exe-\\ncution, of this admirable Rural Poem. My\\nFriend Mr. Black of JVoodbridge has notic d it\\nin a very pleasing and characteristic Letter ad-\\ndressed to me in verse. I believe I shall not be\\njust to the Farmer s Boy if I omit to notice that\\nthe Taste and Genius of Mrs. Opie, born to do\\nhonour to every department of the Fine Arts,\\nhave given her a high sentiment of its merits*.\\nI rejoice in that Fame which is just to living\\nMerit, and waits not for the Tomb to present the\\nIt is highly pleasing to add that the Poetic Wreath has\\nbeen given to the Farmer s Boy by the Muse of Lich-\\nfield.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "SUPPLEMENT. xxi\\ntardy and then unvalued Wreath: I rejoice in\\nthe sense express d not only of his Genius, but of\\nhis pure, benevolent, amiable Virtue, his affec-\\ntionate Veneration to the Deity, and his good\\nWill- to all. .Obscurity and Adversity have not\\nbroken; Fame and Prosperity, I am persuaded,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2will not corrupt him.\\nI cannot deny myself the satisfaction of men-\\ntioning that, after an absence of twelve years*,\\nthe Author of the Farmer s Boy has revisited his\\nnative Plains. That he has seen his Mother in\\nhealth and spirits: seen her with a joy to both\\nwhich even his own most expressive and pathe-\\ntic language would imperfectly describe. .Seen\\nother near, affectionate, and belov d Relatives:\\nreview d, with the feelings of a truly poetic and\\nbenevolent Mind, the haunts of his youth the\\nWoods and Vales, the Cot, the Field, and the\\nTree, which even recollected after so many years,\\nand at a distance, had awakened in such a man-\\nner the energies of his Heart and Intellect, and\\nhad inspired strains which will never cease to be\\nrepeated with pleasure and admiration.\\nI would add, that, I believe, few Works of\\nsuch Nature and Extent ever were so little al-\\ntered from the first as this has been and that few\\nWritten in 1800. C. L.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "xxii SUPPLEMENT.\\nindeed, have been such as to require and proper-\\nly admit of so little alteration. Some few Cor-\\nrections, however, and Improvements have pro-\\ngressively been made. They are very few: but\\nthose who possess the First Edition, and have\\nsufficient critical Taste to prompt them to the\\nEnquiry, may readily trace them; and it was\\nproper to notice this becoming attention of the\\nAuthor to his Work.\\nI understand there is a Prose Translation of\\nThe Farmer s Boy into French* and it is transla-\\nting into ItaFian. The first Book was early trans-\\nlated into Latin,\\nI have seen this Translation, entitled Le Valet dv\\nFermier; accompanied with neat Copper-plate Copies of\\nthe Wooden Engravings. It is handsomely printed: and\\nthe Translation is spirited, easy, not unmusical in the ca-\\ndence of its periods; and, except some passages which are\\nomitted as intractable, generally correct. Proper names,\\nas usual, suffer strange metamorphose; Rodvvell into Rod-\\nwen Bunbury into Bomberg and, by being too literal,\\nr O dear, in the pathetic exclamation of the poor Girl, be-\\ncomes Chery instead of helas.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "SUPPLEMENT. xxiii\\n({3 s The following statement has been three y ears before\\nthe public; being first printed in the Monthly\\nMi r ror, for Jan. 1 802. The reader wilt remem-\\nber, that it applies to the first edition only of the\\npoem; as all subsequent emendations have been\\nmade by the author.\\nMr. PARK S STATEMENT\\nOF\\nVERBAL VARIATIONS,\\nBetween the MS. Copy and Printed Poem of\\nthe farmer s boy.\\nAs it is not improbable that some of those invidious spirits\\nwho reluctantly allow to any popular writer the credit of\\nhaving produced his own work, may hereafter report, to\\nthe disadvantage of Mr. Bloomfield, that his learned friend\\nand editor was materially concerned in composing The\\nFarmer s Boy, I have taken the most effectual means in\\nmy power, to counteract the injurious tendency of such re-\\nport, by collating the printed poem with the author s origi-\\nnal manuscript*, which had passed through the hands of\\nMr. Capel Lofft; and I transmit all the verbal variations\\nwhich have been observed in the course of such collation,\\nthat they may be perpetuated on the pages of a miscellany\\nwhich has been uniformly zealous in extending the well-\\nNow in the possession of Mr. Hill.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "xsiv SUPPLEMENT.\\nearned reputation of our rural bard. I must also premise, what\\naffects not the merits of the composition in any degree, that\\nCapital Letters and Italic Characters were supplied by Mr.\\nLofft, as were various defects in orthography and punctua-\\ntion, which arose from the author s want of education, and\\nof leisure fitly to supply that loss.\\nSPRING.\\nMS. Copy. Printed Poem.\\nPage. Line.\\n5 2 hover hovers and hover st.\\n7 lowly tale humble lines.\\n4 14 those these.\\n7 65 Summons plough summon ploughs.\\n66 blow biows.\\n8 93 traverse once once transverse.\\n98 pierce breaks.\\n9 116 a cenlinel such centinels.\\n1 1 135 Gave Whence.\\n144 bright white.\\n12 155 to clear. lighting.\\n156 And give Giving.\\n161 a the.\\n1 63 Giles he.\\n13 179 Subordination stage\\nby stage\\n14 189 and which.\\n15 217 New milk around Streams of new milk.\\n17 250 and or.\\nSUMMER.\\n28 23 milder closing.\\n25 parches pierces.\\n29 34 Have Has.\\nSubordinate they one by one", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "SUPPLEMENT. xxv\\nMS. Copy. Printed Poem.\\nPage, Line.\\n4-1 evince its evinces.\\n55 143 loins form.\\n39 209 thy crest of. the crest-wav d.\\n220 brush them brushes.\\n40 244 And use Using.\\n45 318 the their.\\n48 374 other than now but.\\nAUTUMN.\\n57 77 Giles leisure his ease to.\\n58 81 dust bones.\\n59 105 and the rose that\\nhence the tints that glow,\\nblow j\\n106 with glow an know.\\n60 130 a her.\\n61 147 With Her.\\n63 173 and next.\\n65 216 And place Placing.\\n71 325 bestrewing round are strewn around.\\n71 343 capon cockrel.\\nWINTER.\\n77 5 or burns with thirst. partaking first.\\n6 trust thirst.\\n78 17 dependant low ..the storm-pinch d lows.\\n18 grow grows.\\n80 47 the world for rest.\\n83 103 ye you.\\n116 every all the.\\n85 152 But Their.\\n92 264 traverse passes.\\n96 337 First at whose birth. At whose first birth*\\n97 552 Paternal Maternal.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "xxvii SUPPLEMENT.\\nMS. Copy. Printed Poem.\\nPage. Line.\\n99 390 Pierce the dark wood e 4\\nWander the leaf-strewn\\nand brave the sultry r r\\nJ wood, the frozen plain,\\nplain J\\n391 Let field, and dim--)\\nLet the first flower, corn-\\npled brook, and flower\\nV waving field, plain, tree,\\nand tree J\\nIt will be seen, from this minute statement, that the edi-\\ntor s emendations were very inconsiderable, though most of\\nthem appear highly judicious, and many of them absolutely\\nnecessary, for the purpose of removing certain grammatical\\ninaccuracies, which may be considered as mere freckles on\\nthe natural complexion of our Farmer s Boy.\\nI have been indulged with a similar opportunity of in-\\nspecting the MS. copy of those admirable Tales, Ballads,\\nand Songs, recently published by the same interesting poet\\nbut the editor s hints for correction proved too few and too\\nunimportant to authorise any public specification of them.\\nWith an earnest hope that our English Burns will find\\nsome generous patron to raise him from the sphere of manual\\ninto that of mental occupation, I am,\\nMr. Editor, yours, c.\\nT. Park.\\nJan. 18, 1802.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "SPRING.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "ARGUMENT.\\nInvocation, ^c. Seedtime. Harrowing. Morning\\nwalks. Milking.- The Dairy. Suffolk Cheese.\\nSpring coming forth. Sheep fond of changing.\\nLambs at play. The Butcher, fyc.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "SPRING,\\ni.\\nO come, blest Spirit! whatsoe er thou art,\\nThou kindling warmth that hover st round my heart,\\nSweet inmate, hail thou source of sterling joy,\\nThat poverty itself cannot destroy,\\nBe thou my Muse; and faithful still to me,\\nRetrace the paths of wild obscurity.\\nNo deeds of arms my humble lines rehearse;\\nNo Alpine wonders thunder through my verse,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "SPRING.\\nInvocation.. ..Simple character of Giles. v. 9.\\nThe roaring cataract, the snow-topt hill,\\nInspiring awe, till breath itself stands still\\nNature s sublimer scenes ne er charm d mine eyes,\\nNor Science led me through the boundless skies;\\nFrom meaner objects far my raptures flow:\\nO point these raptures bid my bosom glow\\nAnd lead my soul to ecstacies of praise\\nFor all the blessings of my infant days\\nBear me through regions where gay Fancy dwells\\nBut mould to Truth s fair form what Memory tells.\\nLive, trifling incidents, and grace my song,\\nThat to the humblest menial belong:\\nTo him whose drudgery unheeded goes.\\nHis joys unreckon d as his cares or woes;\\nThough joys and cares in every path are sown,\\nAnd youthful minds have feelings of their own,\\nQuick springing sorrows, transient as the dew,\\nDelights from trifles, trifles ever new.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "SPRING.,\\nv. 27. Euston in Suffolk, and its neighbourhood, the Scene.\\nTvvas thus with Giles meek, fatherless, and poor:\\nLabour his portion, but he felt no more\\nNo stripes, no tyranny his steps pursu d;\\nHis life was constant, cheerful servitude:\\nStrange to the world, he wore a bashful look,\\nThe fields his study, Nature was his book;\\nAnd, as revolving Seasons chang d the scene\\nFrom heat to cold, tempestuous to serene,\\nThough every change still varied his employ,\\nYet each new duty brought its share of joy.\\nWhere noble Grafton spreads his rich domains,\\nRound Euston s water d vale, and sloping plains,\\nWhere woods and groves in solemn grandeur rise,\\nWhere the kite brooding unmolested flies;\\nThe woodcock and the painted pheasant race,\\nAnd sculking Foxes, destinM for the chace;\\nThere Giles, untaught and unrepining, strayed\\nThrough every copse, and grove, and winding glade;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "SPRING.\\nBenevolent character of Giles s Master.. ..Spring begins. v. 45.\\nThere his first thoughts to Nature s charms inclin d,\\nThat stamps devotion on th inquiring mind,\\nA little farm his generous Master tilPd,\\nWho with peculiar grace his station fill d;\\nBy deeds of hospitality endear d,\\nServM from affection, for his worth rever d\\nA happy offspring blest his plenteous board,\\nHis fields were fruitful, and his barns well stor d,\\nAnd fourscore ewes he fed, a sturdy team,\\nAnd lowing kine that grazM beside the stream:\\nUnceasing industry he kept in view;\\nAnd never lackM a job for Giles to do.\\nFled now the sullen murmurs of the North,\\nThe splendid raiment of the Spring peeps forth\\nHer universal green, and the clear sky,\\nDelight still more and more the gazing eye.\\nWide o er the fields, in rising moisture strong,\\nShoots up the simple flower, or creeps along", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "SPRING.\\nv. 63. Giles goes out to plow.\\nThe mellowed soil imbibing fairer tines,\\nOr sweets from frequent showers and evening dews\\nThat summon from their shed the slumb ring plows,\\nWhile health impregnates every breeze that blows.\\nNo wheels support the diving, pointed share\\nNo groaning ox is doom d to labour there\\nNo helpmates teach the docile steed his road;\\n(Alike unknown the plow-boy and the goad\\nBut, unassisted through each toilsome day,\\nWith smiling brow the Plowman cleaves his way,\\nDraws his fresh parallels, and, widening still,\\nTreads slow the heavy dale, or climbs the hill\\nStrong on the wing his busy followers play,\\nWhere writhing earth-worms meetth unwelcome day\\nTill all is chang d, and hill and level down\\nAssume a livery of sober brown:\\nAgain disturbed, when Giles with wearying strides\\nFrom ridge to ridge the ponderous harrow guides;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "SPRING.\\nHarrowing.... Giles and his Horses rest. v. 81.\\nHis heels deep sinking every step he goes,\\nTill dirt adhesive loads his clouted shoes.\\nWelcome green headland firm beneath his feet\\nWelcome the friendly bank s refreshing seat;\\nThere, warm with toil, his panting horses browse\\nTheir sheltering canopy of pendent boughs;\\nTill rest, delicious, chase each transient pain,\\nAnd new-born vigour swell in every vein.\\nHour after hour, and day to day succeeds\\nTill every clod and deep-drawn furrow spreads\\nTo crumbling mould a level surface clear,\\nAnd strewM with corn to crown the rising year;\\nAnd o er the whole Giles once transverse again,\\nIn earth s moist bosom buries up the grain.\\nThe work is done; no more to man is given\\nThe grateful Farmer trusts the rest to Heaven,\\nYet oft with anxious heart he looks around,\\nAnd marks the first green blade that breaksthe ground;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "SPRING.\\nv. 99. Rooks.\\nIn fancy sees his trembling oats uprun,\\nHis tufted barley yellow with the sun;\\nSees clouds propitious shed their timely store,\\nAnd all his harvest gathered round his door.\\nBut still unsafe the big swoln grain below,\\nA favorite morsel with the Rook and Crow;\\nFrom field to field the flock increasing goes;\\nTo level crops most formidable foes:\\nTheir danger well the wary plunderers know,\\nAnd place a watch on some conspicuous bough;\\nYet oft the sculking gunner by surprize\\nWill scatter death amongst them as they rise.\\nThese, hung in triumph round the spacious field,\\nAt best will but a short-liv d terror yield\\nNor guards of property; (not penal law,\\nBut harmless riflemen of rags and straw)\\nFamiliariz d to these, they boldly rove,\\nNor heed such centinels that never move.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "10 SPRING.\\nWood Scenerv. v. 117.\\nLet then your birds lie prostrate on the earth,\\nIn dying posture, and with wings stretcht forth;\\nShift them at eve or morn from place to place,\\nAnd Death shall terrify the pilfering race;\\nIn the mid air, while circling round and round,\\nThey call their lifeless comrades from the ground;\\nWith quickening wing, and notes of loud alarm,\\nWarn the whole flock to shun th impending harm.\\nThis task had Giles, in fields remote from home\\nOft has he wish d the rosy morn to come;\\nYet never fam d was he nor foremost found\\nTo break the seal of sleep his sleep was sound\\nBut when at day-break summon d from his bed,\\nLight as the lark that carol d o er his head.\\nHis sandy way, deep-w r orn by hasty showers,\\nO er-arch/d with oaks that form d fantastic bow rs,\\nWaving aloft their towering branches proud,\\nIn borrow d tinges from the eastern cloud,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "SPRING. ir\\nv. 135. Various Birds.. ..Their song and appearance... .Pheasant.\\nGave inspiration, pure as ever flowM,\\nAnd genuine transport in his bosom glowed.\\nHis own shrill matin join d the various notes\\nOf Nature s music, from a thousand throats\\nThe Blackbird strove with emulation sweet,\\nAnd Echo answer d from her close retreat;\\nThe sporting White-throat on some twig s end borne,\\nPourM hymns to freedom and the rising morn;\\nStopt in her song perchance the starting Thrush\\nShook a white shower from the black-thorn bush.\\nWhere dew-drops thick as early blossoms hung,\\nAnd trembled as the minstrel sweetly sung.\\nAcross his path, in either grove to hide,\\nThe timid Rabbit scouted by his side\\nOr Pheasant boldly stalkM along the road,\\nW 7 hose gold and purple tints alternate glow d.\\nBut groves no farther fencM the devious way\\nA wide-extended heath before him lay,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "12 SPRING.\\nBringing in of Cows to be milked.\\nWhere on the grass the stagnant shower had run,\\nAnd shone a mirror to the rising sun,\\nThus doubly seen to light a distant wood,\\nTo give new life to each expanding bud;\\nAnd chase away the dewy foot-marks found,\\nWhere prowling Reynard trod his nightly round\\nTo shun whose thefts twas Giles s evening care,\\nHis feather d victims to suspend in air,\\nHigh on the bough that nodded o er his head,\\nAnd thus each morn to strew the field with dead.\\nHis simple errand done, he homeward hies;\\nAnother instantly its place supplies.\\nThe clattering Dairy -Maid immersed in steam,\\nSinging and scrubbing midst her milk and cream,\\nBawls out, Go fetch the Cons; he hears no more;\\nFor pigs, and ducks, and turkies, throng the door,\\nAnd sitting hens, for constant war preparM;\\nA concert strange to that which late he heard.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "SPRING. 13\\nOrder of the Cows returning.\\nStraight to the meadow then he whistling goes;\\nWith well-known halloo calls his lazy Cows:\\nDown the rich pasture heedlessly they graze,\\nOr hear the summon with an idle gaze;\\nFor well they know the cow-yard yields no more\\nIts tempting fragrance, nor its wintry store.\\nReluctance marks their steps, sedate and slow;\\nThe right of conquest all the law they know:\\nThe strong press on, the weak by turns succeed,\\nAnd one superior always takes the lead;\\nIs ever foremost, wheresoe er they stray:\\nAllowM precedence, undisputed sway*:\\nWith jealous pride her station is maintained,\\nFor many a broil that post of honour gain d.\\nAt home, the yard affords a grateful scene\\nFor Spring makes e en a miry cow-yard clean.\\nThence from its chalky bed behold conveyed\\nThe rich manure that drenching Winter made,\\nI have seen a similar remark in a description of Switzerland. L,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "14 SPRING.\\nMilking. v. 189-\\nWhich piPd near home,growsgreenwithmanya weed,\\nA promis d nutriment for Autumn s seed.\\nForth comes the Maid-, and like the morning smiles;\\nThe Mistress too, and followed close by Giles.\\nA friendly tripod forms their humble seat,\\nWith pails bright scour d, and delicately sweet.\\nWhere shadowing elms obstruct the morning ray,\\nBegins the work, begins the simple lay;\\nThe full-charg d udder yields its willing streams,\\nWhile Mmy sings some lover s amorous dreams;\\nAnd crouching Giles beneath a neighbouring tree\\nTugs o er his pail, and chants with equal glee;\\nWhose hat with tatterM brim, of nap so bare,\\nFrom the cow s side purloins a coat of hair,\\nA mottled ensign of his harmless trade,\\nAn unambitious, peaceable cockade.\\nAs unambitious too that cheerful aid\\nThe Mistress yields beside her rosy Maid;,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "iikA;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "SPRING. 15\\nv. 207. The Dairy.\\nWith joy she views her plenteous reeking store,\\nAnd bears a brimmer to the dairy door;\\nHer Cows dismiss d, the luscious mead to roam,\\nTill eve again recall them loaded home.\\nAnd now the Da iky claims her choicest care,\\nAnd half her household find employment there;\\nSlow rolls the churn, its load of clogging cream\\nAt once forgoes its quality and name\\nFrom knotty particles first floating wide\\nCongealing butter s dash d from side to side;\\nStreams of new milk through flowing coolers stray,\\nAnd snow-white curd abounds, and wholesome whey.\\nDue north th unglazed windows, cold and clear,\\nFor warming sunbeams are unwelcome here.\\nBrisk goes the work beneath each busy hand,\\nAnd Giles must trudge, whoever gives command;\\nA Gibeonite, that serves them all by turns:\\nHe drains the pump, from him the faggot burns;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "16 SPRING.\\nSuffolk Cheese. v. 225;\\nFrom him the noisy Hogs demand their food\\nWhile at his heels run many a chirping brood,\\nOr down his path in expectation stand,\\nWith equal claims upon his strewing hand.\\nThus wastes the morn, till each with pleasure sees\\nThe bustle o er, and pressed the new-made cheese.\\nUnrivall d stands thy country Cheese, O Giles!\\nWhose very name alone engenders smiles;\\nWhose fame abroad by every tongue is spoke,\\nThe well-known butt of many a flinty joke,\\nThat pass like current coin the nation through;\\nAnd, ah! experience proves the satire-true.\\nProvision s grave, thou ever-craving mart,\\nDependant, huge Metropolis! where Art\\nHer poring thousands stows in breathless rooms,\\nMidstpois nous smokes and steams, and rattling looms;\\nWhere Grandeur revels in unbounded stores;\\nRestraint, a slighted stranger at their doors!", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "SPRING. 17\\nv. 243. Suffolk Cheese.\\nThou, like a whirlpool, drain stthe countries round,\\nTill London market, London price, resound\\nThrough every town, round every passing load,\\nAnd dairy produce throngs the eastern road:\\nDelicious veal, and butter, every hour,\\nFrom Essex lowlands, and the banks of Stour;\\nAnd further far, where numerous herds repose,\\nFrom Orwell s brink, from Waveny, or Ouse.\\nHence Suffolk dairy-wives run mad for cream,\\nAnd leave their milk with nothing but its name;\\nIts name derision and reproach pursue,\\nAnd strangers tell of three times skimm d sky-blue.\\nTo cheese converted, what can be its boast?\\nWhat, but the common virtues of a post!\\nIf drought o ertake it faster than the knife,\\nMost fair it bids for stubborn length of life,\\nAnd, like the oaken shelf whereon His laid,\\nMocks the weak efforts of the bending blade;\\nc\\n40", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "18 SPRING.\\nThe procession of Spring. v. 26 1\\nOr in the hog-trough rests in perfect spite,\\nToo big to swallow, and too hard to bite.\\nInglorious victory Ye Cheshire meads,\\nOr Severn s flow ry dales, where Plenty treads,\\nWas your rich milk to suffer wrongs like these,\\nFarewell your pride! farewell renowned cheese!\\nThe skimmer dread, whose ravages alone\\nThus turn the mead s sweet nectar into stone.\\nNeglected now the early daisy lies:\\nNor thou, ipa\\\\e primrose, bloom st the only prize:\\nAdvancing Spring profusely spreads abroad\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Flow rs of all hues, with sweetest fragrance stor d\\nWhere er she treads, Love gladdens every plain,\\nDelight on tiptoe bears her Lucid train\\nSweet Hope with conscious brow before her flies.\\nAnticipating wealth from Summer skies;\\nAll Nature feels her renovating sway\\nThe sheep-fed pasture, and the meadow gay", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "SPRING. 19\\nv. 279. Sheep....Range of Pasture.\\nAnd trees, and shrubs, no longer budding seen,\\nDisplay the new-grown branch of lighter green;\\nOn airy downs the Shepherd idling lies,\\nAnd sees to-morroiv in the marbled skies.\\nHere then, my soul, thy darling theme pursue,\\nFor every day was Giles a shepherd too.\\nSmall was his charge no wilds had they to roam\\nBut bright inclosures-circling round their home.\\nNo yellow-blossomM furze, nor stubborn thorn,\\nThe heath s rough produce, had their fleeces torn:\\nYet ever roving, ever seeking thee,\\nEnchanting spirit, dear Variety\\nO happy tenants, prisoners of a day\\nReleased to ease, to pleasure, and to play;\\nIndulgM through every field by turns to range,\\nAnd taste them all in one continual change.\\nFor though luxuriant their grassy food,\\nSheep long confin d but loathe the present good", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "20 SPRING.\\nLambs at play.-Pasture Scenery...Hedges in bloom. v. 297.\\nBleating around the homeward gate they meet,\\nAnd starve, and pine, with plenty at their feet.\\nLoos d from the winding lane, a joyful throng,\\nSee, o er yon pasture, how they pour along!\\nGiles round their boundaries takes his usual stroll;\\nSees every pass secured, and fences whole;\\nHigh fences, proud to charm the gazing eye,\\nWhere many a nestling first assays to fly;\\nWhere blows the woodbine, faintly streakM with red,\\nAnd rests on every bough its tender head\\nRound the young ash its twining branches meet,\\nOr crown the hawthorn with its odours sweet.\\nSay, ye that know, ye who have felt and seen,\\nSpring s morning smiles, and soul-enliv ning green,\\nSay, did you give the thrilling transport w r ay\\nDid your eye brighten, when young Lambs at play\\nLeap d o er your path with animated pride,\\nOr gazM in merry clusters by your side?", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "SPRING. 21\\nv. 315. Lambs at play.\\nYe who can smile, to wisdom no disgrace,\\nAt the arch meaning of a Kitten s face;\\nIf spotless innocence, and infant mirth,\\nExcites to praise, or gives reflection birth;\\nIn shades like these pursue your favorite joy,\\nMidst Nature s revels, sports that never cloy,\\nA few begin a short but vigorous race,\\nAnd Indolence abash d soon flies the place;\\nThus challenged forth, see thither one by one,\\nFrom every side assembling playmates run;\\nA thousand wily antics mark their stay,\\nA starting crowd, impatient of delay.\\nLike the fond dove from fearful prison freed,\\nEach seems to say, Come, let us try our speed;\\nAway they scour, impetuous, ardent, strong,\\nThe green turf trembling as they bound along;\\nAdown the slope, then up the hillock climb,\\nWhere every molehill is a bed of thyme;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "SPRING\\nContrast of their near approaching fate.\\nThere panting stop yet scarcely can refrain;\\nA bird, a leaf, will set them off again\\nOr, if a gale with strength unusual blow,\\nScattering the wild-briar roses into snow,\\nTheir little limbs increasing efforts try,\\nLike the torn flower the fair assemblage fly.\\nAh, fallen rose! sad emblem of their doom;\\nFrail as thyself, they perish while they bloom!\\nThough unoffending Innocence may plead,\\nThough frantic Ewes may mourn the savage deed,\\nTheir shepherd comes, a messenger of blood,\\nAnd drives them bleating from their sports and. food.\\nCare loads his brow, and pity wrings his heart,\\nFor lo, the murd ring Butcher, with his cart,\\nDemands the firstlings of his flock to die,\\nAnd makes a sport of life and liberty\\nHis gay companions Giles beholds no more;\\nCJos d are their eyes, their fleeces drenchM in gore", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "SPRING.\\n23\\nt. 351.\\nConclusion of the first Book.\\nNor can Compassion, with her softest notes,\\nWithhold theknife that plunges through theirthroats.\\nDown, indignation hence, ideas foul\\nAway the shocking image from my soul!\\nLet kindlier visitants attend my way,\\nBeneath approaching Summer* s fervid ray;\\nNor thankless glooms obtrude, nor cares annoy,\\nWhilst the sweet theme is universal joy.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "SUMMER.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "A R G U M E N T.\\nTurnip sowing. TV heat ripening. Sparrows. Insects.\\nTlie sky -lark. Heaping, 5fc. Harvest-field, Dai-\\nry-maid, fyc. labours of the barn. The gander.\\nXight; a thunder storm. Harvest-home. Reflec-\\ntions, fyc.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "SUMMER.\\nXI.\\n1 he Farmer s life displays in every part\\nA moral lesson to the sensual heart.\\nThough in the lap of Plenty, thoughtful still,\\nHe looks beyond the present good or ill;\\nNor estimates alone one blessing s worth,\\nFrom changeful seasons, or capricious earth\\nBut views the future with the present hours,\\nAnd looks for failures as he looks for showers;\\nFor .casual as for certain want prepares,\\nAnd round his yard the reeking haystack rears;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "28 SUMMER.\\nProvident turn of the Fanner s mind. v. 11.\\nOr clover, blossom d lovely to the sight,\\nHis team s rich store through many a wintry night.\\nWhat though abundance round his dwelling spreads,\\nThough ever moist his self-improving meads\\nSupply his dairy with a copious flood,\\nAnd seem to promise unexhausted food;\\nThat promise fails, when buried deep in snow,\\nAnd vegetative juices cease to flow.\\nFor this, his plow turns up the destin d lands,\\nWhence stormy Winter draws its full demands;\\nFor this, the seed minutely small, he sows,\\nWhence, sound and sweet, the hardy turnip grows.\\nBut how unlike to April s closing days\\nHigh climbs the Sun, and darts his powerful rays;\\nWhitens the fresh-drawn mould, and pierces through\\nThe cumbrous clods that tumble round the plow.\\nO er heaven s bright azure hence with joyful eyes\\nThe Farmer sees dark clouds assembling rise;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "SUMMER. 29\\nv. 29. Showers softening the soil.\\nBorne o er his fields a heavy torrent falls,\\nAnd strikes the earth in hasty driving squalls.\\nRight welcome down, ye precious drops, 3 he cries;\\nBut soon, too soon, the partial blessing flies.\\nBoy, bring thy harroivs, try how deep the rain\\n(i Hasforc d its way. He comes, but comes in vain\\nDry dust beneath the bubbling surface lurks,\\nAnd mocks his pains the more, the more he works\\nStill, midst huge clods, he plunges on forlorn,\\nThat laugh his harrows and the shower to scorn.\\nE en thus the living clod, the stubborn fool,\\nResists the stormy lectures of the school,\\nTitl tried with gentler means, the dunce to please,\\nHis head imbibes right reason by degrees;\\nAs when from eve till morning s wakeful hour,\\nLight, constant rain evinces secret pow r,\\nAnd ere the day resume its wonted smiles,\\nPresents a cheerful, easy task for Giles,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "50 SUMME R.\\nGreen Corn.... Sparrows. v. 47.\\nDown with a touch the mellowed soil is laid,\\nAnd yon tall crop next claims his timely aid\\nThither well pleasM he hies, assured to find\\nWild, trackless haunts, and objects to his mind:\\nShot up from broad rank blades that droop below,\\nThe nodding wheat-ear forms a graceful bow,\\nWith milky kernels starting fall; weigh d down,\\nEre yet the sun hath ting d its head with brown;\\nWhilst thousands in a flock, for ever gay,\\nLoud chirping sparrows welcome on the day,\\nAnd from the mazes of the leafy thorn\\nDrop one by one upon the bending corn*\\nGiles with a pole assails their close retreats,\\nAnd round the grass- grown dewy border beats,\\nOn either side completely overspread,\\nHere branches bend, there corn o ertops his head.\\nGreen covert, hail for through the varying year\\nNo hours so sweet, no scene to him so dear.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "SUMMER. 31\\nv. 65. Scenery.. ..full of life, and inspiring contemplation.\\nHere Wisdoms placid eye delighted sees\\nHis frequent intervals of lonely ease,\\nAnd with one ray his infant soul inspires*\\nJust kindling there her never-dying fires,\\nWhence solitude derives peculiar charms,-\\nAnd heaven-directed thought his bosom warms*\\nJust where the parting bough s light shadows play,\\nScarce in the shade, nor in the scorching day,\\nStretchM on the turf he lies, a peopled bed,\\nWhere swarming insects creep around his head.\\nThe small dust-colourM beetle climbs with pain\\nO er the smooth plantain-leaf, a spacious plain\\nThence higher still, by countless steps convey d,\\nHe gains the summit of a shivering blade,\\nAnd flirts his filmy wings, and looks around,\\nExulting in his distance from the ground.\\nThe tender speckled moth here dancing seen,\\nThe vaulting grasshopper of glossy green,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "32 SUM M E R.\\nThe Sky-lark. v. S3\\nAnd all-prolific Summer s sporting train,\\nTheir little lives by various powers sustain.\\nBut what can unassisted vision do?\\nWhat, but recoil where most it would pursue;\\nHis patient gaze but finish with a sigh,\\nWhen Music waking speaks the sky-lark nigh\\nJust starting from the corn, he cheerly sings,\\nAnd trusts with conscious pride his downy wings\\nStill louder breathes, and in the face of day\\nMounts up, and calls on Giles to mark his way.\\nClose to his eyes his hat he instant bends.\\nAnd forms a friendly telescope, that lends\\nJust aid enough to dull the glaring light,\\nAnd place the wand ring bird before his sight,\\nThat oft beneath a light cloud sweeps along,\\nLost for a while, yet pours the varied song\\nThe eye still follows, and the cloud moves by,\\nAgain he stretches up the clear blue sky;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "S UMMEE. 33\\nv. 101. Sleep and Tranquillity of Giles... .Corn ripening.\\nHis form, his motion, undistinguished quite,\\nSave when he wheels direct from shade to light:\\nE en then the songster, a mere speck became,\\nGliding like fancy s bubbles in a dream,\\nThe gazer sees; but yielding to repose,\\nUnwittingly his jaded eyelids close.\\nDelicious sleep From sleep who could forbear,\\nWith no more guilt than Giles, and no more care\\nPeace o er his slumbers waves her guardian wing,\\nNor Conscience once disturbs him with a sting;\\nHe wakes refreshed from every trivial pain,\\nAnd takes his pole and brushes round again.\\nIts dark-green hue, its sicklier tints all fail,\\nAnd ripening Harvest rustles in the gale.\\nA glorious sight, if glory dwells below,\\nWhere Heaven s munificence makes all the show,\\nO er every field and golden prospect found,\\nThat glads the Plowman s Sunday morning s round,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "34 SUMMER.\\nPleasure from the views of Nature.\\nWhen on some eminence he takes his stand,\\nTo judge the smiling produce of the land.\\nHere Vanity slinks back, her head to hide:\\nWhat is there here to flatter human pride?\\nThe tow ring fabric, or the dome s loud roar,\\nAnd stedfast columns, may astonish more,\\nWhere the charnvd gazer long delighted stays,\\nYet trac d but to the architect the praise;\\nWhilst here, the veriest clown that treads the sod,\\nWithout one scruple gives the praise to God\\nAnd twofold joys possess his rapturd mind,\\nFrom gratitude and admiration join d.\\nHere, midst the boldest triumphs of her worth,\\nNature herself invites the reapers forth;\\nDares the keen sickle from its twelvemonth s rest,\\nAnd gives that ardour which in every breast\\nFrom infancy to age alike appears,\\nWhen the first sheaf its plumy top uprears.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "SUMMER. 3.5\\nReapers.. ..Gleaning.\\nNo rake takes here what Heaven to all bestows...\\nChildren of want, for you the bounty flows\\nAnd every cottage from the plenteous store\\nReceives a burden nightly at its door.\\nHark! where the sweeping scythe now rips alon\u00c2\u00ab\\nEach sturdy Mower, emulous and strong,\\nWhose writhing form meridian heat defies,\\nBends o er his work, and every sinew tries;\\nProstrates the waving treasure at his feet,\\nBut spares the rising clover, short and sweet.\\nCome, Health! come, Jollity! light-footed, come;\\nHere hold your revels, and make this your home.\\nEach heart awaits and hails you as its own\\nEach moisten d brow, that scorns to wear a frown:\\nTh* unpeopled dwelling mourns its tenants stray d;\\nE en the domestic laughing dairy maid\\nHies to the field, the general toil to share.\\nMeanwhile the Farmer quits his elbow-chair,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "36 SUMMER.\\nThe joy of the Farmer. v. 155.\\nHis cool brick-floor, his pitcher, and his ease,\\nAnd braves the sultry beams, and gladly sees\\nHis gates thrown open, and his team abroad,\\nThe ready group attendant on his word,\\nTo turn the swarth, the quiv ring load to rear,\\nOr ply the busy rake, the land to clear.\\nSummer s light garb itself now cumbrous grown*\\nEach his thin doublet in the shade throws down;\\nWhere oft the Mastiff sculks with half-shut eye,\\nAnd rouses at the stranger passing by\\nWhilst unrestrain d the social converse flows,\\nAnd every breast Love s powerful impulse knows,\\nAnd rival wits with more than rustic grace\\nConfess the presence of a pretty face.\\nFor, lo encircled there, the lovely Maid,\\nIn youth s own bloom and native smiles array d^\\nHer hat awry, divested of her gown,\\nHer creaking stays of leather, stout and brown;...", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "SUMMER. 37\\nv. 173. The Country Maid.\\nInvidious barrier! why art thou so high,\\nWhen the slight covering of her neck slips by,\\nThere half revealing to the eager sight\\nHer full, ripe bosom, exquisitely white?\\nIn many a local tale of harmless mirth,\\nAnd many a jest of momentary birth,\\nShe bears a part, and as she stops to speak,\\nStrokes back the ringlets from her glowing cheek;\\nNow noon gone by, and four declining hours,\\nThe weary limbs relax their boasted pow rs;\\nThirst rages strong, the fainting spirits fail,\\nAnd ask the sov reign cordial, Jiome-brew d ale\\nBeneath some shelt ring heap of yellow corn\\nRests the hoop d keg, and friendly cooling horn,\\nThat mocks alike the goblet s brittle frame,\\nIts costlier potions, and its nobler name.\\nTo Mary first the brimming draught is given,\\nBy toil made welcome as the dews of heaven,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "38 SUMMER.\\nHarvest-field refreshment....The Cart-horse. v. 191\\nAnd never lip that pressM its homely edge\\nHad kinder blessings or a heartier pledge.\\nOf wholesome viands here a banquet smiles,\\nA common cheer for all ;...e en humble Giles,\\nWho joys his trivial services to ield\\nAmidst the fragrance of the open field;\\nOft doomed in suffocating heat to bear\\nThe cobweb d barn s impure and dusty air;\\nTo ride in murky state the panting steed,\\nDestined aloft th unloaded grain to tread,\\nWhere, in his path as heaps on heaps are thrown,\\nHe rears, and plunges the loose mountain down:\\nLaborious task! with what delight when done\\nBoth horse and rider greet th* unclouded sun!\\nYet by th unclouded sun are hourly bred\\nThe bold assailants that surround thine head,\\nPoor, patient Ball! and with insulting wing\\nRoar in thine ears, and dart the piercing sting:", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "SUMMER. 39\\nv, 209. Docking of horses condemned.\\nIn thy behalf the crest- wav d boughs avail\\nMore than thy short-clipt remnant of a tail,\\nA moving mockery, a* useless name,\\nA living proof of cruelty and shame.\\nShame to the man, whatever fame he bore,\\nWho took from thee what man can ne er restore,\\nThy weapon of defence, thy chiefest good,\\nWhen swarming flies contending suck thy blood.\\nNor thine alone the suffering, thine the care,\\nThe fretful Ewe bemoans an equal share\\nTormented into sores, her head she hides,\\nOr angry sweeps them from her new-shorn sides.\\nPenn d in the yard, e-en now at closing day\\nUnruly Cows with markM impatience stay,\\nAnd vainly striving to escape their foes,\\nThe pail kick down a piteous current flows.\\nIs t not enough that plagues like these molest?\\nMust still another foe annoy their rest?", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "40 SUMMER.\\nThe Gander. v. 227.\\nHe comes, the pest and terror of the yard,\\nHis full-fledg d progeny s imperious guard;\\nThe Gander;. ..spiteful, insolent, and bold,\\nAt the colt s footlock takes his daring hold\\nThere, serpent like, escapes a dreadful blow;\\nAnd straight attacks a poor defenceless cow\\nEach booby Goose th unworthy strife enjoys,\\nAnd hails his prowess with redoubled noise.\\nThen back he stalks, of self-importance full,\\nSeizes the shaggy foretop of the Bull,\\nTill whirlM aloft he falls; a timely check,\\nEnough to dislocate his worthless neck:\\nFor lo of old, he boasts an honoured wound;\\nBehold that broken wing that trails the ground\\nThus fools and bravoes kindred pranks pursue;\\nAs savage quite, and oft as fatal too.\\nHappy the man that foils an envious elf,\\nUsing the darts of spleen to serve himself.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "SUMMER* 41\\nv. 245. Swine....Repose of Twilight.\\nAs when by turns the strolling Swine engage\\nThe utmost efforts of the bully s rage,\\nWhose nibbling warfare on the grunter s side\\nIs welcome pleasure to his bristly hide\\nGently he stoops, or stretcht at ease along,\\nEnjoys the insults of the gabbling throng,\\nThat march exulting round his fallen head,\\nAs human victors trample on their dead.\\nStill Twilight, welcome! Rest, how sweet art thou!\\nNow eve overhangs the western cloud s thick brow:\\nThe far-stretch d curtain of retiring light,\\nWith fiery treasures fraught; that on the sight\\nFlash from its bulging sides, where darkness lours,\\nIn Fancy s eye, a chain of mould ring tow rs;\\nOr craggy coasts just rising into view,\\nMidst jav lins dire, and darts of streaming blue.\\nAnpn tir d laborers bless their sheltering home,\\nWhen Midnight, and the frightful Tempest come.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "+2 SUMMER.\\nMidnight....Tempest. v. 263.\\nThe Farmer wakes, and sees with silent dread\\nThe angry shafts of Heayen gleam round his bed;\\nThe bursting cloud reiterated roars,\\nShakes his straw roof, and jars his bolted doors:\\nThe slow-wing d storm along the troubled skies\\nSpreads its dark course; the wind begins to rise;\\nAnd full-leaf M elms, his dwelling s shade by day,\\nWith mimic thunder give its fury way:\\nSounds in his chimney top a doleful peal\\nMidst pouring rain, or gusts of rattling hail\\nWith tenfold danger low the tempest bends,\\nAnd quick and strong the sulphurous flame descends*\\nThe frightenM Mastiff from his kennel flies,\\nAnd cringes at the door with piteous cries....\\nWhere now s the trifler? where the child of pride?\\nThese are the moments when the heart is try d\\nNor lives the man, with conscience e er so cleaiy\\nBut feels a solemn, reverential fearj", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "S U M M E R. 4S\\nv. 281. Harvest-home.\\nFeels too a joy relieve his aching breast,\\nWhen the spent storm hath howPd itself to rest.\\nStill, welcome beats the long-continued show r,\\nAnd sleep protracted, comes with double pow r j\\nCalm dreams of bliss bring on the morning sun,\\nFor every barn is fill d, and Harvest done!\\nNow, ere sweet Summer bids its long adieu,\\nAnd winds blow keen where late the blossom grew,\\nThe bustling day and jovial night must come,\\nThe long-accustom d feast of Harvest-home.\\nNo blood-stain d victory, in story bright,\\nCan give the philosophic mind delight y\\nNo triumph please, while rage and death destroy:\\nReflection sickens at the monstrous joy.\\nAnd where the joy, if rightly understood,\\nLike cheerful praise for universal good\\nThe soul nor check nor doubtful anguish knows,\\nBut free and pure the grateful current flows.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "44 SUMMER.\\nFreedom and equal joy of the Feast. v. 299.\\nBehold the sound oak table s massy frame\\nBestride the kitchen floor the careful dame\\nAnd gen rous host invite their friends around,\\nWhile all that cleared the crop, or tilled the ground,\\nAre guests by right of custom:... old and young;\\nAnd many a neighbouring yeoman join the throng,\\nWith artisans that lent their dexterous aid,\\nWhen o er each field the flaming sunbeams play d.\\nYet Plenty reigns, and from her boundless hoard,\\nThough not one jelly trembles on the board,\\nSupplies the feast with all that sense can crave;\\nWith all that made our great forefathers brave,\\nEre the cloy d palate countless flavours try d,\\nAnd cooks had Nature s judgment set aside.\\nWith thanks to Heaven, and tales of rustic lore,\\nThe mansion echoes when the banquet s o er;\\nA wider circle spreads, and smiles abound,\\nAs quick the frothing horn performs its round", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "SUMMER. 45\\nv. 317. Ancient equality of this Festival.\\nCare s mortal foe; that sprightly joys imparts\\nTo cheer the frame and elevate their hearts.\\nHere, fresh and brown, the hazel s produce lies\\nIn tempting heaps, and peals of laughter rise,\\nAnd crackling Music, with the frequent Song,\\nUnheeded bear the midnight hour along.\\nHere once a year Distinction low rs its crest,\\nThe master, servant, and the merry guest,\\nAre equal all; and round the happy ring\\nThe reaper s eyes exulting glances fling,\\nAnd, warmM with gratitude, he quits his place,\\nWith sun^burnt hands and ale-enliven d face,\\nRefills the jug his honoured host to tend,\\nTo serve at once the master and the friend;\\nProud thus to meet his smiles, to share his tale,\\nHis nuts, his conversation, and his ale.\\nSuch were the days,... of days long past I sing,\\nWhen Pride gave place to mirth without a sting;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "45 SUMMER.\\nContrast of modern usage. 335.\\nEre tyrant customs strength sufficient bore\\nTo violate the Feelings of the poor;\\nTo leave them distanc d in the mad ning race,\\nWhere er refinement shows its hated face:\\nNor causeless hated;... tis the peasant s curse,\\nThat hourly makes his wretched station worse.;\\nDestroys life s intercourse; the social plan\\nThat rank to rank cements, as man to man\\nWealth flows around him, Fashion lordly reigns;\\nYet ^poverty is his, and mental pains.\\nMethinks I hear the mourner thus impart\\nThe stifled murmurs of his wounded heart:\\nWhence comes this change,ungracious,irksome,cold?\\n4 Whence the new grandeur that mine eyes behold\\nThe widening distance which I daily see,\\n9 Has Wealth done this?... then Wealth s a foe to me;\\nFoe to our rights; that leaves a powerful few\\nThe paths of emulation to pursue", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "SUMMER. 47\\nt. 353. Subject continued.\\nFor emulation stoops to us no more\\nThe hope of humble industry is o er;\\nThe blameless hope, the cheering sweet presage\\nOf future comforts for declining age.\\nCan my sons share from this paternal hand\\nThe profits with the labours of the land?\\nNo; though indulgent Heaven its blessing deigns,\\nWhere s the small farm to suit my scanty means?\\nContent, the Poet sings, with us resides;\\nIn lonely cots like mine the Damsel hides;\\nAnd will he then in raptur d visions tell\\nThat sweet Content with Want can ever dwell\\nA barley loaf, tis true, my table crowns,\\n6 That, fast diminishing in lusty rounds,\\nStops Nature s cravings; yet her sighs will flow\\nFrom knowing this,. ...that once it was not so.\\nOur annual feast, when Earth her plenty yields,\\nWhen crown d with boughs the last load quits the fields,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "48 SUMMER.\\nContinued. v. 371.\\nThe aspect still of ancient joy puts on;\\nThe aspect only, with the substance gone:\\nThe self-same horn is still at our command,\\nBut serves none now but the plebeian hand\\nFor home-brew d Me, neglected and debased,\\nIs quite discarded from the realms of taste.\\nWhere unaffected Freedom charm d the soul,\\nThe separate table and the costly bowl,\\nCool as the blast that checks the budding Spring,\\nA mockery of gladness round them fling.\\nFor oft the Farmer, ere his heart approves,\\nYields up the custom which he dearly loves:\\nRefinement forces on him like a tide\\nBold innovations down its current ride,\\nThat bear no peace beneath their showy dress,\\nNor add one tittle to his happiness.\\nHis guests selected rank s punctilios known\\nWhat trouble waits upon a casual frown", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "SUMMER. 49\\nv. 389. Continued.\\nRestraint s foul manacles his pleasures maim;\\nSelected guests selected phrases claim:\\nNor reigns that joy, when hand in hand they join,\\nThat good old Master felt in shaking mine.\\nHeaven bless his memory! bless his honour d name!\\n(The Poor will speak his lasting worthy fame:)\\nTo souls fair-purpos d strength and guidance give.;\\nIn pity to us still let goodness live:\\nLet labour have its due my cot shall be\\nc From chilling want and guilty murmurs free\\nLet labour have its due; then peace is mine,\\nAnd never, never shall my heart repine/", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "AUTUM N.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "ARCxUMENT.\\nAcorns. Hogs in the Wood. Wheat-sowing. The\\nChurch. Village Girls. The mad Girl. The Bird-\\nBoy s Hut. Disappointment; Reflections, fyc.\\nEuston-hall. Fox-hunting. Old Trouncer. Long\\nlights. A Welcome to Winter.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN.\\nin.\\nAgain, the year s decline, midst storms and floods.\\nThe thundering chase, the yellow fading woods,\\nInvite my song; that fain would boldly tell\\nOf upland coverts, and the echoing dell,\\nBy turns resounding loud, at eve and morn\\nThe swineherd s halloo, or the huntsman s horn.\\nNo more the fields with scatter d grain supply\\nThe restless wandering tenants of the sty", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "54 AUTUMN.\\nWood-scenery.... Swine and pigs feeding on fallen acorns. v. 9.\\nFrom oak to oak they run with eager haste,\\nAnd wrangling share the first delicious taste\\nOf fallen Acorns; yet but thinly found\\nTill the strong gale has shook them to the ground.\\nIt comes; and roaring woods obedient wave:\\nTheir home w 7 ell pleas d the joint adventurers leave:\\nThe trudging Sow leads forth her numerous young,\\nPlayful, and white, and clean, the briars among,\\nTill briars and thorns increasing, fence them round,\\nWhere last year smould ringleavesbestrewthe ground,\\nAnd o er their heads, loud lash d by furious squalls,\\nBright from their cups the rattling treasure falls;\\nHot, thirsty food whence doubly sweet and cool\\nThe welcome margin of some rush-grown pool,\\nThe Wild Duck s lonely haunt, w 7 hose jealous eye\\nGuards every point; who sits, prepared to fly,\\nOn the calm bosom of her little lake,\\nToo closely screened for ruffian winds to shake;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN. 55\\nv. 27. Wild Ducks among the sedges.\\nAnd as the bold intruders press around,\\nAt once she starts, and rises with a bound\\nWith bristles rais d the sudden noise they hear,\\nAnd ludicrously wild, and wing d with fear,\\nThe herd decamp with more than swinish speed,\\nAnd snorting dash through sedge, and rush, and reedr\\nThrough tangling thickets headlong on they go,\\nThen stop and listen for their fancied foe;\\nThe hindmost still the growing panic spreads,\\nRepeated fright the first alarm succeeds.\\nTill Folly s wages, wounds and thorns, they reap\\nYet glorying in their fortunate escape,\\nTheir groundless terrors by degrees soon cease,\\nAnd Night s dark reign restores their wonted peace.\\nFor now the gale subsides, and from each bough\\nThe roosting Pheasant s short but frequent crow\\nInvites to rest and huddling side by side,\\nThe herd in closest ambush seek to hide j", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "56 AUTUMN.\\nHogs wander in the wood....Husbandman 5 s prospective care. v. 45.\\nSeek some warm slope with shagged moss overspread\\nDry d leaves their copious covering and their bed,\\nIn vain may Giles, through gathering glooms that fall,\\nAnd solemn silence, urge his piercing call\\nWhole days and nights they tarry midst their store,\\nNor quit the woods till oaks can yield no more.\\nBeyond bleak Winter s rage, beyond the Spring\\nThat rolling Earth s unvarying course will bring,\\nWho tills the ground looks on with mental eye,\\nAnd sees next Summer s sheaves and cloudless sky;\\nAnd even now, whilst Nature s beauty dies,\\nDeposits Seed, and bids new Harvests rise\\nSeed well prepared, and warm d with glowing lime,\\nGainst earth-bred grubs, and cold, and lapse of time:\\nFor searching frosts and various ills invade.\\nWhilst wintry months depress the springing blade.\\nThe plow moves heavily, and strong the soil,\\nAnd clogging harrows with augmented toil", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN. 57\\nv. \u00c2\u00ab3. Village Bells.\\nDive deep and clinging, mixes with the mould\\nA fatt ning treasure from the nightly fold,\\nAnd all the cow-yard*s highly valu d store r\\nThat late bestrew d the blacken d surface o er.\\nNo idling hours are here, when Fancy trims\\nHer dancing taper over outstretch d limbs,\\nAnd in her thousand thousand colours drest,\\nPlays round the grassy couch of noontide rest:\\nHere Giles for hours of indolence atones\\nWith strong exertion, and with weary bones,\\nAnd knows no leisure; till the distant chime\\nOf Sabbath bells he hears at sermon time,\\nThat down the brook sound sweetly in the gale,\\nOr strike the rising hill, or skim the dale.\\nNor his alone the sweets of ease to taste:\\nKind rest extends to all;.... save one poor beast,\\nThat true to time and pace, is doom d to plod,\\nTo bring the Pastor to the House of God:", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "58 ADTUM N.\\nThe Church and Church-Yard,. ..Village Conversation. v. 81.\\nMean structure; where no bones of heroes lie\\nThe rude inelegance of poverty\\nReigns here alone else why that roof of straw\\nThose narrow windows with the frequent flaw?\\nO er whose low cells the dock and mallow spread.\\nAnd rampant nettles lift the spiry head,\\nWhilst from the hollows of the tower on high\\nThe grey cappM Daws in saucy legions fly.\\nRound these lone walls assembling neighbours meet..\\nAnd tread departed friends beneath their feet;\\nAnd new-briar d graves, that prompt the secret siglv\\nShow each the spot where he himself must lie.\\nMidst timely greetings village news goes round,\\nOf crops late shorn, or crops that deck the ground;\\nExperienced plowmen in the circle join\\nWhile sturdy boys, in feats of strength to shine,\\nWith pride elate, their young associates brave\\nTo jump from hollow-sounding grave to grave;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN. 59\\nv. 99. Village Girls.. ..The poor distracted young Woman.\\nThen close consulting, each his talent lends\\nTo plan fresh sports when tedious service ends.\\nHither at times, with cheerfulness of soul,\\nSweet village Maids from neighbouring hamlets stroll,\\nThat like the light-heel d does o er lawns that rove.\\nLook shyly curious; rip ning into love;\\nFor love s their errand hence the tints that glow\\nOn either cheek, a heightened lustre know:\\nWhen, conscious of their charms, e en Age looks sly,\\nAnd rapture beams from Youth s observant eye.\\nThe pride of such a party, Nature s pride,\\nWas lovely Poll who innocently try d,\\nWith hat of airy shape and ribbons gay,\\nLove to inspire, and stand in Hymen s way:\\nBut, ere her twentieth Summer could expand,\\nOr youth was render d happy with her hand,\\nHer mind s serenity was lost and gone,\\nHer eye grew languid, and she wept alone\\nMary Rayner, of Ixworth Thorp.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "60\\nAUTUMN.\\nThe Subject continued.\\nYet causeless seem d her grief; for quick restrained, j\\nMirth followed loud or indignation reigned:\\nWhims wild and simple led her from her home,\\nThe heath, the common, or the fields to roam:\\nTerror and Joy alternate rul d her hours;\\nNow blithe she sung, and gathered useless flow rs;\\nNow pluck d a tender twig from every bough,\\nTo whip the hov ring demons from her brow.\\nIll-fated Maid thy guiding spark is fled,\\nAnd lasting wretchedness awaits thy bed....\\nThy bed of straw for mark, where even now\\nO er their lgst child afflicted parents bow;\\nTheir woe she knows not, but perversely coy,\\nInverted customs yield her sullen joy;\\nHer midnight meals in secrecy she takes,\\nLow mutt ring to the moon, that rising breaks\\nThro night s dark gloom: .oh how much more forlorn\\nHtr night, that knows of no returning morn!..", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN. 61\\nv. 135. Continued.\\nSlow from the threshold, once her infant seat,\\nO er the cold earth she crawls to her retreat;\\nQuitting the cot s warm walls, unhous d to lie,\\nOr share the swine s impure and narrow sty;\\nThe damp night air her shivering limbs assails\\nIn dreams she moans, and fancied wrongs bewails.\\nWhen Morning wakes, none earlier rous d than she,\\nWhen pendent drops fall glitt ring from the tree;\\nBut nought her rayless melancholy cheers,\\nOr sooths her breast, or stops her streaming tears*\\nHer matted locks unornamented flow;\\nClasping her knees, and waving to and fro;...\\nHer head bow d down, her faded cheek to hide\\nA piteous mourner by the pathway side.\\nSome tufted molehill through the livelong day\\nShe calls her throne; there weeps her life away:\\nAnd oft the gaily-passing stranger stays\\nHis well-tim d step, and takes a silent gaze,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "62 AUTUMN.\\nContinued. v. 153.\\nTill sympathetic drops unbidden start,\\nAnd pangs quick springing muster round his heart;\\nAnd soft he treads with other gazers round,\\nAnd fain would catch her sorrow s plaintive sound:\\nOne word alone is all that strikes the ear,\\nOne short, pathetic, simple word,... Oh dear!\\nA thousand times repeated to the wind,.\\nThat wafts the sigh, but leaves the pang behind\\nFor ever of the profferM parley shy,\\nShe hears th unwelcome foot advancing nigh;\\nNor quite unconscious of her wretched plight,.\\nGives one sad look, and hurries out of sight....\\nFair promised sunbeams of terrestrial bliss,\\nHealth s gallant hopes,... and are ye sunk to this?\\nFor in life s road though thorns abundant grow,.\\nThere still are joys poor Poll can never know;\\nJoys which the gay companions of her prime\\nSip, as they drift along the stream of time;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN. 63\\nChickens housed.\\nAt eve to hear beside their tranquil home\\nThe lifted latch, that speaks the lover come\\nThat love matured, next playful on the knee\\nTo press the velvet lip of infancy;\\nTo stay the tottering step, the features trace;..,\\nInestimable sweets of social peace\\nO Thou, who bidst the vernal juices rise\\nThou, on whose blasts autumnal foliage flies\\nLet Peace ne er leave me, nor my heart grow cold\\nWhilst life and sanity are mine to hold.\\nShorn of their flow rs that shed th untreasur d seed,\\nThe withering pasture, and the fading mead,\\nLess tempting grown, diminish more and more,\\nThe dairy s pride; sweet Summer s flowing store.\\nNew cares succeed, and gentle duties press,\\nWhere the fire-side, a school of tenderness,\\nRevives the languid chirp, and warms the blood\\nOf cold-nipt weaklings of the latter brood,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "6i AUTUM N.\\nBird keeping....The Hut. r. 18fc\\nThat from the shell just bursting into day,\\nThrough yard or pond pursue their venturous way.\\nFar weightier cares and wider scenes expand;\\nWhat devastation marks the new-sown land\\nFrom hungry woodland foes go, Giles, and guard\\nThe rising wheat; ensure its great reward:\\nA future sustenance, a Summer s pride,\\nDemand thy vigilance then be it try d\\nExert thy voice, and wield thy shotless gun\\njo, tarry there from morn till setting sun.\\nKeen blows the blast, or ceaseless rain descends;\\nThe half-stript hedge a sorry shelter lends.\\nO for a Hovel, e er so small or low,\\nWhose roof, repelling winds and early snow,\\nMight bring home s comforts fresh before his eyes!\\nNo sooner thought, than see the structure rise,\\nIn some sequester d nook, embank d around,\\nSods for its walls, and straw in burdens bound", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "^S. U", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "AUTUM N. 65\\ny. 207. The pleasures of the Hut\\nDried fuel hoarded is his richest store,\\nAnd circling smoke obscures his little door;\\nWhence creeping forth, to duty s call he yields,\\nAnd strolls the Crusoe of the lonely fields.\\nOn whitethorns tow ring, and the leafless rose,\\nA frost-nipt feast in bright vermilion glows:\\nWhere clustering sloes in glossy order rise,\\nHe crops the loaded branch; a cumbrous prize;\\nAnd o er the flame the sputtering fruit he rests,\\nPlacing green sods to seat his coming guests;\\nHis guests by promise; playmates young and gay:...\\nBut ah fresh pastimes lure their steps away\\nHe sweeps his hearth, and homeward looks in vain,\\nTill feeling Disappointment s cruel pain,\\nHis fairy revels are exchanged for rage,\\nHis banquet marr d, grown dull his hermitage*.\\nThe field becomes his prison, till on high\\nBenighted birds to shades and coverts fly s\\nF", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN.\\nThe Disappointment.... Compared with greater. v. 525.\\nMidst air, health, daylight, can he prisoner be?\\nIf fields are prisons, where is Liberty?\\nHere still she dwells, and here her votaries stroll;\\nBut disappointed hope untunes the soul:\\nRestraints unfelt whilst hours of rapture flow,\\nWhen troubles press, to chains and barriers grow.\\nLook then from trivial up to greater woes;\\nFrom the poor bird-boy with his roasted sloes,\\nTo where the dungeon d mourner heaves the sigh;\\nWhere not one cheering sun-beam meets his eye.\\nThough ineffectual pity thine may be,\\nNo wealth, no pow r, to set the captive free;\\nThough only to thy ravishM sight is given\\nThe radiant path that Howard trod to heaven\\nThy slights can make the wretched more forlorn,\\nAnd deeper drive affliction s barbed thorn.\\nSay not, Til come and cheer thy gloomy cell\\nWith news of dearest friends; how good, how well", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN. 67\\nv. 243. The cruelty of disappointing expectation.\\nI ll be a joyful herald to thine heart:\\nThen fail, and play the worthless trifler s part,\\nTo sip flat pleasures from thy glasses brim,\\nAnd waste the precious hour that s due to him.\\nIn mercy spare the base, unmanly blow\\nWhere can he turn, to whom complain of you?\\nBack to past joys in vain his thoughts may stray,\\nTrace and retrace the beaten, worn-out way,\\nThe rankling injury will pierce his breast,\\nAnd curses on thee break his midnight rest.\\nBereft of song, and ever-cheering green,\\nThe soft endearments of the Summer scene,\\nNew harmony pervades the solemn wood,\\nDear to the soul, and healthful to the blood\\nFor bold exertion follows on the sound\\nOf distant Sportsmen, and the chiding Hound\\nFirst heard from kennel bursting, mad with joy,\\nWhere smiling Euston boasts her good Fitzrqy,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "63 A U T U M N.\\nEuston Hall... .Fox-hunting. v. 261.\\nLord of pure alms, and gifts that wide extend\\nThe farmer s patron, and the poor man s friend:\\nWhose Mansion glitters with the eastern ray,\\nWhose elevated temple points the way,\\nO er slopes and lawns, the park s extensive pride,\\nTo where the victims of the chace reside,\\nIngulf d in earth, in conscious safety warm,\\nTill io a plot portends their coming harm.\\nIn earliest hours of dark and hooded morn,\\nEre yet one rosy cloud bespeaks the dawn,\\nWhilst far abroad the Fox pursues his prey.\\nHe s doom d to risk the perils of the day,\\nFrom his strong hold block d out; perhaps to bleed,\\nOr owe his life to fortune or to speed.\\nFor now the pack, impatient rushing on,\\nRange through the darkest coverts one by one;\\nTrace every spot; whilst down each noble glade\\nThat guides the eye beneath a changeful shade,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "ACTUM N. 69\\nv. 279- The horn and cry of the Hounds.. ..The Hunter.\\nThe loit ring sportsman feels th instinctive flame,\\nAnd checks his steed to mark the springing game.\\nMidst intersecting cuts and winding ways\\nThe huntsman cheers his dogs, and anxious strays\\nWhere every narrow riding, even shorn,\\nGives back the echo of his mellow horn:\\nTill fresh and lightsome, every power untried,\\nThe starting fugitive leaps by his side,\\nHis lifted finger to his ear he plies,\\nAnd the view-halloo bids a chorus rise\\nOfDogsquick-mouth d, and shouts that mingle loud,\\nAs bursting thunder rolls from cloud to cloud.\\nWith ears erect, and chest of vigorous mould,\\nO er ditch, o er fence, unconquerably bold,\\nThe shining courser lengthens every bound,\\nAnd his strong foot-locks suck the moisten d ground,\\nAs from the confines of the wood they pour,\\nAnd joyous villages partake the ioac.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "70 AUTUMN.\\nThe Fox-hound. v. 297.\\nO er heath far stretch d, or down, or valley low,\\nThe stifF-limbM peasant, glorying in the show,\\nPursues in vain; where Youth itself soon tires,\\nSpite of the transports that the chace inspires;\\nFor who unmounted long can charm the eye,\\nOr hear the music of the leading cry?\\nPoor faithful Trouncer! thou canst lead no more;\\nAll thy fatigues and all thy triumphs o er\\nTriumphs of worth, whose long-excelling fame\\nWas still to follow true the hunted game\\nBeneath enormous oaks, Britannia s boast,\\nIn thick, impenetrable coverts lost,\\nWhen the warm pack in fault ring silence stood,\\nThine was the note that rous d the list ning wood,\\nRekindling every joy with tenfold force,\\nThrough all the mazes of the tainted course.\\nStill foremost thou the dashing stream to cross,\\nAnd tempt along the animated horse;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN. 71\\nNot the worst subject of Poetry.\\nForemost o er fen or level mead to pass,\\nAnd sweep the showering dew-drops from the grass;\\nThen bright emerging from the mist below\\nTo climb the woodland hill s exulting brow.\\nPride of thy race with worth far less than thine,\\nFull many human leaders daily shine\\nLess faith, less constancy, less generous zeal!....\\nThen no disgrace my humble verse shall feel\\nWhere not one lying line to riches bows,\\nOr poison d sentiment from rancour flows;\\nNor flowers are strewn around Ambition s car:....\\nAn honest Dog s a nobler theme by far.\\nEach sportsman heard the tidings with a sigh,\\nWhen Death s cold touch had stopt his tuneful cry;\\nAnd though high deeds, and fair exalted praise,\\nIn memory liv d, and flow d in rustic lays,\\nShort was the strain of monumental woe\\nFoxes rejoice! here buried lies your foe*\\nInscribed on a stone in Euston Park wall.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "72 AUTU M N.\\nMidnight....Domestic FowL-..Shorter/d boors. v. 333-.\\nIll safety hous d, throughout Night s length ning reign,\\nThe Cock sends forth a loud and piercing strain;\\nMore frequent, as the glooms of midnight flee,\\nAnd hours roll round, that brought him liberty,\\nWhen Summer s early dawn, mi!d A clear, and bright,\\nChasM quick away the transitory night:....\\nHours now in darkness veilM; yet loud the scream\\nOf Geese impatient for the playful stream 5\\nAnd all the featherM tribe imprisoned raise\\nTheir morning notes of inharmonious praise;\\nAnd many a clamorous Hen and cockrel gay,\\nWhen daylight slowly through the fog breaks way,\\nFly wantonly abroad but, ah, how soon\\nThe shades of twilight follow hazy noon,\\nShort ning the busy day !....day that slides by\\nAmidst th* unfinished toils of Husbandry\\nToils still each morn resum d with double care,\\nTo meet the icy terrors of the year;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN.\\n73\\nClosing Reflections.\\nTo meet the threats of Boreas undismayed,\\nAnd Winters gathering frowns and hoary head.\\nThen welcome, cold welcome, ye snowy nights\\nHeaven midst your rage shall mingle pure delights.\\nAnd confidence of hope the soul sustain,\\nWhile devastation sweeps along the plain\\nNor shall the child of poverty despair,\\nBut bless the Power that rules the changing year;\\nAssured,.... though horrors round his cottage reign,...\\nThat Spring will come, and Nature smile again.\\nJ", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "WINTER.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "ARGUMENT.\\nTenderness to Cattk. Frozen Turnips. The Cos -yard*\\nNight. The Farm-house. Fireside. Farmer s\\nAdvice and Instruction. Nightly Cares of the\\nStable. Dobbin. The Post-horse. Sheep- stealing\\nDogs. Walks occasioned thereby. The Ghost.\\nLamb time. Beiurning Spring. Conclusion.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "WINTER.\\nIV.\\nIvV ith kindred pleasures movM, and cares opprest,\\nSharing alike our weariness and rest;\\nWho lives the daily partner of our hours,\\nThrough every change of heat, and frost,and show rs;\\nPartakes our cheerful meals, partaking first\\nIn mutual labour and fatigue and thirst;\\nThe kindly intercourse will ever prove\\nA bond of amity and social love.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "78 WINTER.\\nBenevolence springing from mutual sufferings and pleasures. v. 9.\\nTo more than man this generous warmth extends,\\nAnd oft the team and shivering herd befriends;\\nTender solicitude the bosom fills,\\nAnd Pity executes what Reason wills\\nYouth learns compassion s tale from ev ry tongue,\\nAnd flies to aid the helpless and the young;\\nWhen now, unsparing as the scourge of war,\\nBlasts follow blasts, and groves dismantled roar,\\nAround their home the storm-pi nch d Cattle lows,\\nNo nourishment in frozen pastures grows;\\nYet frozen pastures every morn resound\\nWith fair abundance thund ring to the ground.\\nFor though on hoary twigs no buds peep out,\\nAnd e en the hardy brambles cease to sprout,\\nBeneath dread Winter s level sheets of snow\\nThe sweet nutritious Turnip deigns to grow.\\nTill now imperious want and wide-spread dearth\\nBid Labour claim her treasures from the earth.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "WINTER. 79\\nv. 27. Ice broken and Snow cleared for the Cattle.\\nOn Giles, and such as Giles, the labour falls,\\nTo strew the frequent load where hunger calls.\\nOn driving gales sharp hail indignant flies,\\nAnd sleet, more irksome still, assails his eyes;\\nSnow clogs his feet; or if no snow is seen,\\nThe field with all its juicy store to screen,\\nDeep goes the frost, till every root is found\\nA rolling mass of ice upon the ground.\\nNo tender ewe can break her nightly fast,\\nNor heifer strong begin the cold repast,\\nTill Giles with ponderous beetle foremost go,\\nAnd scattering splinters fly at every blow;\\nWhen pressing round him, eager for the prize,\\nFrom their mixt breath warm exhalations rise.\\nIn beaded rows if drops now deck the spray,\\nI While the sun grants a momentary ray,\\nLet but a cloud s broad shadow intervene,\\nAnd stiffen d into gems the drops are seen;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "SO W I N T E R.\\nv.\\nAnd down the furrowM oak s broad southern side\\nStreams of dissolving rime no longer glide.\\nThough Night approaching bids for rest prepare.\\nStill the flail echoes through the frosty air,\\nNor stops till deepest shades of darkness come,\\nSending at length the weary Labourer home.\\nFrom him, with bed and nightly food supplied,\\nThroughout the yard, hous d round on ev ry side,\\nDeep-plunging Cows their rustling feast enjoy,\\nAnd snatch sweet mouthfuls from the passing Boy,\\nWho moves unseen beneath his trailing load,\\nFills the tall racks, and leaves a scattered road;\\nWhere oft the swine from ambush warm and dry\\nBolt out, and scamper headlong to their sty,\\nWhen Giles with well-known voice, already there,\\nDeigns them a portion of his evening care.\\nHim, though th e cold may pierce, and storms molest,\\nSucceeding hours shall cheer with warmth and rest;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "dill\\nI\\nflit", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "WINTER. 81\\nChristmas Fire.\\nGladness to spread, and raise the grateful smile,\\nHe hurls the faggot bursting from the pile,\\nAnd many a log and rifted trunk conyeys,\\nTo heap the fire, and wide extend the blaze,\\nThat quivering strong through every opening flies,\\nWhilst smoky columns unobstructed rise.\\nFor the rude architect, unknown to fame,\\n(Nor symmetry nor elegance his aim)\\nWho spread his floors of solid oak on high,\\nOn beams rough-hewn, from age to age that lie,\\nBade his wide Fabric unimpaired sustain\\nThe orchard s store, and cheese, and golden grain;\\nBade, from its central base, capacious laid,\\nThe well-wrought chimney rear its lofty head;\\nWhere since hath many a savoury ham been stor d.\\nAnd tempests howPd, and Christmas gambols roar d.\\ntFlat on the hearth the glowing embers lie,\\nnd flames reflected dance in every eye:", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "82 WINTE R.\\nConversation of the Master with the Farmer s Eoy. v. 81.\\nThere the long billet, forc d at last to bend,\\nWhile gushing sap froths out at either end,\\nThrows round its welcome heat:.. the plowman smiles,\\nAnd oft the joke runs hard on sheepish Giles,\\nWho sits joint tenant of the corner-stool,\\nThe converse sharing, though in duty s school;\\nFor now attentively tis his to hear\\nInterrogations from the Master s chair.\\nLeft ye your bleating charge, when day-light fled,\\nNear where the hay-stack lifts its snowy head\\nWhose fence of bushy furze, so close and warm,\\n1 May stop the slanting bullets of the storm.\\nFor, hark it blows; a dark and dismal night:\\n4 Heaven guide the traveller s fearful steps aright\\nNow from the w T oods, mistrustful and sharp-ey d,\\nThe Fox in silent darkness seems to glide,\\nStealing around us, list ning as he goes,\\nIf chance the Cock or stamm ring Capon erows,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "WINTER. S3\\nv. 99. Motives to reconcile the tanner s Boy to his Situation.\\nOr Goose, or nodding Buck, should darkling cry,\\nAs if appriz d of lurking danger nigh:\\nDestruction waits them, Giles,, if e er you fail\\nTo bolt their doors against the driving gale.\\ne Strew d you (still mindful of th unsheltered head)\\nBurdens of straw, the cattle s welcome bed\\nThine heartshould feel, what thou may st hourly see,\\nThat dutys basis is humanity.\\ne Of pain s unsavoury cup though thou may st taste,\\n(The wrath of Winter from the bleak north-east,)\\nThine utmost sufferings in the coldest day\\nA period terminates, and joys repay.\\nPerhaps e en now, while here those joys we boast,\\nFull many a bark rides down the neighb ring coast,\\nf Where the high northern waves tremendous roar,\\nDrove down by blasts from Norway s icy shore.\\nThe Sea-boy there, less fortunate than thou,\\nFeels all thy pains in all the gusts that blow;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "84 WINTER.\\nContrast with the Sea-Boy... .Effect of kind Admonitions. v. 117.\\nc His freezing hands now drenched, now dry, by turns;\\nc Now lost, now seen, the distant light that burns,\\nc On some tali cliff uprais d, a flaming guide,\\nc That throws its friendly radiance o er the tide,\\nHis labours cease not with declining day,\\nBut toils and perils mark his wat ry way;\\nr And whilst in peaceful dreams secure we lie,\\nThe ruthless whirlwinds rage along the sky,\\nRound his head whistling;. ..and shalt thou repine,\\nWhile this protecting roof still shelters thine\\nMild, as the vernal show r, his words prevail.\\nAnd aid the moral precept of his tale\\nHis wond ring hearers learn, and ever keep\\nThese first ideas of the restless deep;\\nAnd, as the opening mind a circuit trie*,\\nPresent felicities in value rise.\\nIncreasing pleasures every hour they find,\\nThe warmth more precious, and the shelter kind;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "WINTER. 85\\nv. 135. Sleep.. .renewed labour.. .Plowman s care of his Horses.\\nWarmth that long reigning bids the eyelids close,\\nAs through the blood its balmy influence goes,\\nWhen the cheer d heart forgets fatigues and cares,\\nAnd drowsiness alone dominion bears.\\nSweet then the plowman s slumbers, hale and young*\\nWhen the last topic dies upon his tongue\\nSweet then the bliss his transient dreamt inspire,\\nTill chilblains wake him, or the snapping fire:\\nHe starts, and ever thoughtful of his team,,\\nAlong the glitt ring snow a feeble gleam\\nShoots from his lantern, as he yawning goes\\nTo add fresh comforts to their night s repose;\\nDiffusing fragrance as their food he moves,\\nAnd pats the jolly sides of those he loves.\\nThus full replenish d, perfect ease possest,\\nFrom night till morn alternate food and rest,\\nI No rightful cheer withheld, no sleep debarr d,\\n_", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "S6 WINTER.\\nThe Farmer s and Fost-horse contrasted. v. 153\\nYet when from plow or lumb ring cart set free,\\nThey taste awhile the sweets of liberty\\nE en sober Dobbin lifts his clumsy heel\\nAnd kicks, disdainful of the dirty wheel;\\nBut soon, his frolic ended, yields again\\nTo trudge the road, and wear the clinking chain.\\nShort-sighted Dobbin !...thou canst only see\\nThe trivial hardships that encompass thee\\nThy chains were freedom, and thy t$ ils repose,\\nCould the poor post-horse tell thee allows woes;\\nShow thee his bleeding shoulders, and unfold\\nThe dreadful anguish he endures for go4d\\nHir d at each call of business, lust, or rage,\\nThat prompts the traveler on from stage to stage.\\nStill on his strength depends their boasted speed\\nFor them his limbs grow weak, his bare ribs bleed\\nAnd though he groaning quickens at command,\\nTheir extra shilling in the rider s hand", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "WINTE R. 87\\nThe Sufferings of the Post-horse continued.\\nBecomes his bitter scourge ;../tis he must feel\\nThe double efforts of the lash and steel;\\nTill when, up hill, the destined inn he gains,\\nAnd trembling under complicated pains,\\nProne from his nostrils, darting on the ground,\\nHis breath emitted floats in clouds around:\\nDrops chase each other down his chest and sides,\\nAnd spatter d mud his native colour hides:\\nThrough his swoln veins tke boiling torrent flows,\\nAnd every n\u00c2\u00abjve a separate torture knows.\\nHis harness loos d, he welcomes, eager-eyed,\\nThe painfull draught that quivers by his side;\\nAnd joys to see the well-known stable door,\\nAs the starv d mariner the friendly shore.\\nAh, well for him if here his sufferings ceas d,\\nAnd ample hours of rest his pains appeas d\\nBut rous d again, and sternly bade to rise,\\nAnd shake refreshing slumber from his eyes,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "88 WINTE R.\\nPatience recommended from comparison. v. 1F9.\\nEre his exhausted spirits can return,\\nOr through his frame reviving ardour burn,\\nCome forth he must, though limping, maimM, and sore;\\nHe hears the whip; the chaise is at the door:...\\nThe collar tightens, and again he feels\\nHis half-heaPd wounds inflamM; again the wheels\\nWith tiresome sameness in his ears resound,\\nO er blinding dust, or miles of flinty ground.\\nThus nightly robbM, and injured day by day,\\nHis piece-meal murderers wear his life away.\\nWhat say stthcu, Dobbin? what though houndsawait\\nWith open jaws the moment of thy fate, j\\nNo better fate attends his public race;\\nHis life is misery, and his end disgrace.\\nThen freely bear thy burden to the mill\\nObey but one short law,... thy drivers will.\\nAffection, to thy memory ever true,\\nShall boast of mighty loads that Dobbin drew;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "W I N T E R. 89\\ny. 207. The Mastiff.\\nAnd back to childhood shall the mind with pride\\nRecount thy gentleness in many a ride\\nTo pond, or field, or Village-fair, when thou\\nHeld st high thy braided mane and comely brow;\\nAnd oft the Tale shall rise to homely fame\\nUpon thy gen rous spirit and thy name.\\nThough faithful to a proverb we regard\\nThe midnight Chieftain of the farmer s yard,\\nBeneath whose guardianship all hearts rejoice,\\nWoke by the echo of his hollow voice\\nYet as the Hound may fault ring quit the pack,\\nSnuff the foul scent, and hasten yelping back;\\nAnd e en the docile Pointer know disgrace,\\nThwarting the general instinct of his race;\\nE en so the Mastiff, or the meaner Cur,\\nAt times will from the path of duty err,\\n(A pattern of fidelity by day:\\nBy night a murd cr, lurking for his prey;)", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "90 WINTER.\\nA Sheep-biter by night. v. 225\\nAnd round the pastures or the fold will creep,\\nAnd, coward-like, attack the peaceful sheep.\\nAlone the wanton mischief he pursues,\\nAlone in reeking blood his jaws imbrues;\\nChasing amain his frightened victims round,\\nTill death in wild confusion strews the ground.;\\nThen wearied out, to kennel sneaks away,\\nAnd licks his guilty paws till break of day.\\nThe deed discover d, and the news once spread,\\nVengeance hangs o er the unknown culprit s head\\nAnd careful Shepherds extra hours bestow\\nIn patient waichings for the common foe\\nA foe most dreaded now, when rest and peace\\nShould wait the season of the flock s increase.\\nIn part these nightly terrors to dispel,\\nGiles, ere he sleeps, his little flock must tell.\\nFrom the fire-side with many a shrug he hies,\\nGlad if the full-orb d Moon salute his eyes", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "WINTER. 91\\nv. 243. Moonlight.. ..scattered clouds.\\nAnd through th* unbroken stillness of the night\\nShed on his path her beams of cheering light.\\nWith sauntering step he climbs the distant stile,\\nWhilst all around him wears a placid smile\\nThere views the white -rob d clouds in clusters driven,\\nAnd all the glorious pageantry of Heaven.\\nLow, on the utmost bound ry of the sight,\\nThe rising vapours catch the silver light;\\nThence Fancy measures, as they parting fly,\\nWhich first will throw its shadow on the eye,\\nPassing the source of light; and thence away,\\nSucceeded quick by brighter still than they.\\nFar yet above these wafted clouds are seen\\n(In a remoter sky, still more serene,)\\nOthers, detached in ranges through the air,\\nSpotless as snow, and countless as they re fair\\nSeatter d immensely wide from east to west,\\nThe beauteous Semblance of a Flock at rest.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "92 WINTER.\\nThe Spectre. v. 261.\\nThese, to the raptur d mind, aloud proclaim\\nTheir mighty Shepherd s everlasting Name.\\nWhilst thus the loit rer s utmost stretch of soul\\nClimbs the still clouds, or passes those that roll*\\nAnd loosM Imagination soaring goes\\nHigh o er his home, and all his little woes,\\nTime glides away; neglected Duty calls;\\nAt once from plains of light to earth he falls,\\nAnd down a narrow lane, well known by day,\\nWith all his speed pursues his sounding way,\\nIn hought still half absorbed, and chill d with cold;\\nWhen lo an object frightful to behold 5\\nA grisly Spectre, clothM in silver-gray,\\nAround whose feet the waving shadows play,\\nStands in his path !...He stops, and not a breath\\nHeaves from his heart, that sinks almost to death\\nLoud the Owl halloos o er his head unseen\\nAll else is silent, dismally serene", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "WINTER. 05\\nThe Explanation.\\nSome prompt ejaculation., whispered low,\\nYet bears him up against the threading foe\\nAnd thus poor Giles, though half inclined to fly,\\nMutters his doubts, and strains hisstedfast eye.\\nc Tis not my crimes thou com st here to reprove\\nNo murders stain my soul, no perjur d love\\nIf thou rt indeed what here thou seem st to be,\\nThy dreadful mission cannot reach to me.\\nBy parents taught still to mistrust mine eyes,\\nStill to approach each object of surprise,\\nLest Fancy s formful visions should deceive\\nIn moon-light paths, or glooms of falling eve,\\nThis then s the moment when my heart should try\\nTo scan thy motionless deformity;\\nBut oh, the fearful task yet well I know\\nAn aged Ash, with many a spreading bough,\\n4 (Beneath whose leaves Pve found a Summer s bowY,\\n4 Beneath whose trunk I ve weather d many a show r,)", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "94 W I N T E R.\\nThe terrors of surprise vanish on the use of recollection. v. 297.\\nStands singly down this solitary way,\\nBut far beyond where now my footsteps stay.\\n3 Tis true, thus far Pve come with heedless haste\\nNo reck ning kept, no passing objects tracM:...\\nAnd can I then have reached that very tree?\\nf Or is its reverend form assum d by thee P\\nThe happy thought alleviates his pain\\nHe creeps another step then stops again\\nTill slowfy, as his noiseless feet draw near,\\nIts perfect lineaments at once appear;\\nIts crown of shiv ringivy whispering peace,\\nAnd its white bark that fronts the moon s pale face.\\nNow, whilst his blood mountsupward, now he knows\\nThe solid gain that from conviction flows;\\nAnd strengthened Confidence shall hence fulfil\\n(With conscious Innocence more valued still)\\nThe dreariest task that winter nights can bring,\\nBy church-yard dark, or grove, or fairy ring;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "WINTER. 95\\nv. 315. Counting of the Sheep in the fold.\\nStill buoying up the timid mind of youth,\\nTill loit ring Reason hoists the scale of Truth.\\nWith these blest guardians Giles his course pursues,\\nTill numbering his heavy-sided ewes,\\nSurrounding stillness tranquillize his breast,\\nAnd shape the dreams that wait his hours of rest.\\nAs when retreating tempests we behold,\\nWhose skirts at length the azure sky unfold,\\nAnd full of murmurings and mingled wrath,\\nSlowly unshroud the smiling face of earth,\\nBringing the bosom joy: so Winter flies!...\\nAnd see the Source of Life and Light uprise\\nA heightening arch o er southern hills he bends;\\nWarm on the cheek the slanting beam descends,\\nAnd gives the reeking mead a brighter hue,\\nAnd draws the modest primrose bud to view.\\nYet frosts succeed, and winds impetuous rush,,\\nAnd hail-storms rattle through the budding bush;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "96 WINTER.\\nTurn of the Season towards Spring.. .Ewes and Lambs. v. 333.\\nAnd night-faiPn Lambs require the shepherd s care.\\nAnd teeming Ewes, that still their burdens bear;\\nBeneath whose sides to-morrow s dawn may see\\nThe milk-white strangers bow the trembling knee;\\nAt whose first birth the pow rful instinct s seen\\nThat fills with champions the daisied green\\nFor Ewes that stood aloof with fearful eye,\\nWith stamping foot now Men and Dogs defy,\\nAnd obstinately faithful to their young,\\nGuard their first steps to join the bleating throng.\\nBut casualties and death from damps, and cold\\nWill still attend the well-conducted fold\\nHer tender offspring dead, the Dam aloud\\nCalls, and runs wild amidst th unconscious crowd\\nAnd orphan d sucklings raise the piteous cry;\\nNo wool to warm them, no defenders nigh.\\nAnd must her streaming milk then flow in vain?\\nMust unregarded innocence complain?", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "W INTER. 97\\nv. 351. Adopted Lambs: increase of the Flock.\\nNo;... ere this strong solicitude subside,\\nMaternal fondness may be fresh applyM,\\nAnd the adopted stripling still may find\\nA parent most assiduously kind.\\nFor this he s doom d awhile disguis d to range,\\n(For fraud or force must work the wish d-for change;)\\nFor this his predecessor s skin he wears,\\nTill, cheated into tenderness and cares,\\nThe unsuspecting dam, contented grown,\\nCherish and guard the fondling as her own.\\nThus all by turns to fair perfection rise;\\nThus twins are parted to increase their size:\\nThus instinct yields as interest points the way,\\nTill the bright flock, augmenting every day,\\nOn sunny hills and vales of springing flowers\\nWith ceaseless clamour greet the vernal hours.\\nThe humbler Shepherd here with joy beholds\\nTh/approv d economy of crowded folds,\\nH", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "98 WINTER.\\nThe Triumph of Giles the Flock passing by, and Year ending, v. 369.\\nAnd, in his small contracted round of cares,\\nAdjusts the practice of each hint he hears:\\nFor Boys with emulation learn to glow,\\nAnd boast their pastures, and their healthful show\\nOf well-grown Lambs, the glory of the Spring;\\nAnd field to field in competition bring.\\nE en Giles, for all his cares and watchings past,\\nAnd all his contests with the wintry blast,\\nClaims a full share of that sweet praise bestow d\\nBy gazing neighbours, when along the road,\\nOr village green, his curly-coated throng\\nSuspends the chorus of the Spinner s song;\\nWhen Admiration s unaffected grace\\nLisps from the tongue, and beams in ev ry face:\\nDelightful moments ...Sunshine, Health, and Joy,\\nPlay round, and cheer the elevated Boy!\\nAnother Spring! his heart exulting cries;\\nAnother Year! with promis d blessings rise!....", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "W I N T E R.\\n99\\nv. 387.\\nConcluding Invocation.\\nEternal Power from whom those blessings flow,\\nf Teach me still more to wonder, more to know\\n1 Seed-time and Harvest let me see again\\nWander the leaf-streivn wood, the frozen plain\\nLet the first flower, corn-waving field, plain, tree,\\nHere round my home, still lift my soul to thee;\\nAnd let me ever, midst thy bounties, raise\\nAn humble note of thankfulness and praise!\\nApril 22, 1793.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "NOTES.\\nAfavWite morsel with the Rook, #c. P. Q, 1. 104.\\nIn these verses, which have much of picturesque, there is a\\nsevere charge against Books and Crows, as very formidable\\ndepredators; and their destruction, as such, seems to be re-\\ncommended. Such was the prevalent opinion some years\\nback. It is less general now and I am sure the humanity\\nof the Author, and his benevolence to Animals in general,\\nwill dispose him to rejoice in whatever plea can be orTered\\nin stay of execution of this sentence. And yet more so, if\\nit shall appear that Rooks, at least, deserve not only mercy,\\nbut protection and encouragement from the Farmer.\\nI shall quote a passage from Bewick s interesting His-\\ntory of Birds the narrative part of which is often as full\\nof information as the embellishments cut in wood are beauti-\\nful It is this.\\nSpeaking of Birds of the Pie-kind in general, he says,\\nf Birds of this kind* are found in every part of the known\\nworld, from Greenland to the Cape of Good Hope. In many\\nrespects they may be said to be of singular benefit to man-\\nkind principally by destroying great quantities of noxious\\ninsects, worms, and reptiles. Rooks, in particular, are fond\\nof the erucae of the hedge- chaffer, or chesnut brown beetle\\nfor which they search with indefatigable pains. These in-\\nsects, he adds in a note, appear in hot weather in for-\\nmidable numbers disrobing the fields and trees of their ver-\\ndure, blossoms, and fruit; spreading desolation and destruc-\\nP. 6 3", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "102\\ntion wherever they go.. .They appeared in great numbers\\nin Ireland during a hot summer, and committed great ra-\\nvages. In the year 1747 whole meadows and corn-fields\\nwere destroyed by them in Suffolk. The decrease of\\nRookeries in that County was thought to be the occasion of\\nit. The many Rookeries with us is in some measure the\\nreasou why we have so few of those destructive animals*.\\nRooks, he subjoins, are often aecus d of feeding on\\nthe corn just after it has been sown, and various contrivan-\\nces have been made both to kill and frighten them away\\nbut, in our estimation, the advantages deriv d from the de-\\nstruction which the} make among grubs, earth-worms, and\\nnoxious insects of various kinds, will greatly overpay the in-\\njury done to ihe future harvest by the small quantity of corn\\nthey may destroy in searching alter their favourite foodt.\\nM in general they are sagacious, active, and faithful to\\neach other. They live in pairs; and their mutual attach-\\nment is constant. They are a clamorous race: mostly\\nbuild in trees, and form a kind of society in which there ap-\\npears something like a regular government. A Centinel\\nwatches for the general safety, and gives notice on the ap-\\npearance of danger.\\nUnder the Title, Rooks, m (p. 71) Mr. Bewick re-\\npeats Ills observations on the useful property of this Bird.\\nI confess myself solicitous for their safety and kind treat-\\nment. We have two which were lam d by being blown\\nWallis s History of Northumberland.\\ntMr. Bewick does not seem to have been quite aware that much of\\nthis mischief, as I have been informed by a sensible neighbouring Far-\\nmer and Tenant, is done in the grub-state of the chaffer by biting through\\nthe roots of gras c c. A latent, and imperceptibly, but rapidly spread-\\ning mischief, against which the rooks and birds of similar instinct are,\\nin a manner, the sole protection. L,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "103\\ndown in a storm (a calamity which destroys great numbers\\nalmost every spring). One of them is perfectly domesti-\\ncated. The other is yet more remarkable; since although\\nenjoying his natural liberty completely, he recognizes, even\\nin flights at a distance from the house, his adoptive home,\\nhis human friends, and early protectors*.\\nThe Rook is certainly a very beautiful and very sensible\\nBird very confiding, and very much attach d. It will give\\nrae a pleasure, in which I doubt not that the Author of this\\ndelightful Poem will partake, if any tiling here said shall\\navail them with the Fanner; and especially with the Suf-\\nfolk Farmer. L.\\nI am fearful that they have both been hot this year. One yet U\u00c2\u00ab\\nmer than either was di owned. Nov. l8os. L.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nWhen the First Edition of this Poem appear d\\nin March 1800, I intimated a design of accom-\\npanying it with some Critical Remakks.\\nThe first of these will naturally be that\\nwhich relates to the manner and circumstances of\\nthe Composition. There is such proof in it of\\nGenius disregarding difficulty, and of powers of\\nretention and arrangement, that it will be believM\\nI could not overpass it and that it would have\\nbeen stated at the first if it had been then in my\\npower to state it*.\\nThe communication here introduced in the former edi-\\ntions was by Mr. Swan; and relates to the retentive memory\\nof the Author in composing, without committing to paper,\\nthe whole of his Winter and great part of his Autumn\\na fact which is perhaps still worthy of being recorded; at\\nthe same time it is the Author s express wish that the Reader\\nmay, in this edition, be referred to a note in the 2d vol. page\\n1\u00c2\u00a38, of Poem* by the late Hector Macneill, where it will\\nat least be found that the boast belongs not wholly to him-\\nself. He will find that the beautiful ballad of Will and\\nJean, The Waes o War, The. Links o Forth, and\\nThe Scottish Muse, were all compos d by memory, previous-\\nly to the commitment of a single line to paper.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "106 APPENDIX.\\nI now pass to part of what has been fully and\\nexcellently said by Dr. Drake of Hadleigh,\\nwhile investigating the merits of this astonish-\\ning Rural Poem.\\nIn a letter from Hadleigh* Dr. Drake has\\ngiven me this distinct and vivid representation\\nof his general idea of the poem.\\nI have read The Farmer s Boy with a mix-\\nture of astonishment and delight. There is a\\npathetic simplicity in his sentiments and de-\\nascriptions that does hononr to his head and\\nheart.\\n\u00e2\u0082\u00aci His copies from Nature are truly original\\nand faithful, and are touched with the hand of\\na Master His versification occasionally dis-\\nplays an energy and harmony which might\\ndecorate even the pages of a Darwin.\\nThe general characteristics of his Style,\\nhowever, are sweetness and ease. In short, I\\nhave no hesitation in declaring, that I think it,\\nas a Rural and descriptive Poem, superior to any\\nproduction since the days of Thomson.\\nIt wants no reference to its Author s unedu-\\ncated poverty to render its excellencies the more\\nstriking; they are such as would confer dura-\\nble Fame on the first and most polish d Poet in\\nthe Kingdom.\\nMarch 9, 1 800.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX. 107\\nI shall now take the liberty of extracting\\npart of the Critique which Dr. Drake, agree-\\nably to his intimation to me, has made of the\\nFarmer s Boy in his Literary Hours*.\\nFrom the pleasing duty of describing such\\na character (meaning the personal character\\nof Mr. Bloomfield) let us now turn our atten-\\ntion to the species of composition of which his\\nPoem is so perfect a specimen. It has been\\nobserved in my sixteenth number that Pasto-\\nral Poetry in this country, with very few\\nexceptions, has exhibited a tame and serv ile ad-\\nherence to classical imagery and costume; at\\nthe same time totally overlooking that profu-\\nsion of picturesque beauty, and that originality\\nof manner and peculiarity of employment,\\nwhich our climate and our rustics every where\\npresent.\\nA few Authors were mentioned in that Es-\\nsay as having judiciously deviated from the\\ncustomary plan: to these may now be added\\nthe name of Bloomfidd the Farmer s Boy, though\\nnot assuming the form of an Eclogue, being pe-\\nculiarly and exclusively, throughout, a pastoral\\nComposition; not like the Poem of Thomson,\\ntaking a wide excursion through all the phae-\\nnomena of the Seasons, but nearly limited to the\\nVol. II. Ess. xxxix, p 444.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "108 APPENDIX.\\nrural occupation and business of the fields, the\\ndairy, and the farm-yard.\\nAs with these employments, however, the\\nvicissitudes of the Year are immediately and\\nnecessarily connected, Mr. Bloomfield has,\\nwith propriety, divided his Poem into Four\\nBooks, affixing to those Books the Titles of the\\nSeasons.\\nSuch indeed are the merits of this Work,\\nu that in true pastoral imagery and simplicity I\\ndo not think any production can be put in com-\\npetition with it since the days of Theocritus*.\\nTo that charming simplicity which particu-\\nlarizes the Grecian, are added the individuality f;\\nfidelity, and boldness of description, which\\nrender Thomson so interesting to the lovers of\\nNature.\\nGesner possesses the most engaging senti-\\nment, and the most refinM simplicity of man-\\nners; but he wants that rustic wildness and nai-\\nvete in delineation, characteristic of the Sicilian,\\nand of the composition before us.\\nI have heard that the opinion of no less a Judge than\\nDr. Watson, Bishop of Llandaff, is by no means short\\nof the encomium implied in this comparison, high and ample\\nas it is. L.\\nt Much of these qualities indeed is certainly in Theocri-\\ntus also. L.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX: 103\\nWarner and Drayton have much to re-\\nu commend them but they are very unequal and\\nare devoid of the sweet and pensive morality which\\npervades almost every page of the Farmers Boy;\\nnor can they establish any pretensions to that\\nfecundity in painting the ceconomy of rural\\nlife, which this Poem, drawn from actual ex-\\nperience, so richly displays.\\nIt is astonishing indeed what various and\\nstriking circumstances, peculiar to the occupa-\\ntion of the British Farmer, and which are adapt-\\ned to all the purposes of the pastoral Muse, had\\nescaped our Poets, previous to the publication\\nof Mr. Bloomfields Work.\\nThose who are partial to the Country; and\\nwhere is the man of Genius who feels not a de-\\nlight approaching to ecstasy from the contem-\\nplation of its scenery, and the happiness which\\nits cultivation diffuses? those who have paid\\nattention to the process of husbandry, and who\\nview its occurrences with interest who are at\\nthe same time alive to all the minutiae of the\\nanimal and vegetable creation who mark\\n1 How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee\\nSits an the bloom, extracting liquid sweet/\\nwill derive from the study of this Poem a grati-\\nfication the most permanent and pure/*", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "110 APPENDIX.\\nDr. Drake after this, well accounts for the\\npoetic singularity that the Poetry of Thomson\\nshould have past through a mind so enthusiasti-\\ncally enamorM of it, without impairing the ori-\\nginality of its character, when exercised on a\\nsubject so much leading to imitation. This he\\nexplains, and justly, by the vivid impressions on\\na most sensible and powerful imagination in his\\nearliest youth, anterior to the study of any Poet.\\nDr. Drake expresses his astonishment at the\\nVersification and Diction of this Poem. And\\nsays most truly, I am well aware that smooth\\nand flowing lines are of easy purchase, and the\\nproperty of almost ever} poetaster of the day\\nbut the versification of Mr. Bloom field is of an-\\nother character; it displays beauties of the most\\npositive kind, and those witcheries of expression\\nwhich are only to be acquired by the united ef-\\nforts of Genius and Study.\\nThe general characteristics of his versifica-\\ntion are facility and sweetness; that ease which\\nis, in fact, the result of unremitted labour, and\\none of the most valuable acquisitions of litera-\\nture. It displays occasionally likewise a vigour\\nand a brilliancy of polish that might endure\\ncomparison with the high-wrought texture of\\nthe Muse of Darwin. From the nature of his\\nsubject, however, this splendid mode of decora-", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX. Ill\\ntion could be us d but with a sparing hand: and\\nit is not one of his least merits that his diction\\nand harmony should so admirably correspond\\nwith the scene which he has chosen.\\nTo excel Dr. Drake continues, in rural\\nImagery, it is necessary that the Poet should di-\\nligently study Nature for himself; and not peruse\\nher, as is but too common, through the spectacles\\nof Books*. 3 He should trace her in all her wind-\\nings, in her deepest recesses, in all her varied\\nforms. It was thus that Lucretius and Virgil,\\nthat Thomson and Cowper were enabled to un-\\nfold their scenery with such distinctness and\\ntruth and on this plan, while wandering through\\nhis native fields, attentive to each rural sight, each\\nrural sound? has Mr. Bloom field built his\\ncharming Poem.\\nIt is a Work which proves how inexhausti-\\nble the features of the World we inhabit: how\\nfrom objects which the mass of mankind is daily\\naccustomed to pass with indifference and neglect,\\nGenius can still produce pictures the most fas-\\ncinating, and of the most interesting tendency.\\nFor it is not to imagery alone, though such as\\nhere depicted might ensure the meed of Fame,\\nThe happy illustration of Dryden in his admirable\\ncharacter of Shakespere. L.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "112 APPENDIX.\\nthat the Farmer s Boy will owe its value with\\nus and with posterity. A Morality the most\\npathetic and pure, the feelings of a heart alive\\nto all the tenderest duties of humanity and re-\\nligion, consecrate its glowing landscapes, and\\nshed an interest over them, a spirit of devotion,\\nthat calm and rational delight which the good-\\nu ness and greatness of the Creator ought ever to\\ninspire.\\nDr. Drake confirms, by copious and very\\njudicious Extracts from the various parts of the\\nPoem, as they offer themselves to critical selec-\\ntion, in accompanying the Farmer s Boy through\\nthe Circle of his year, the Judgment which he\\nhas form d with so much ability, taste, and feel-\\ning, and has so agreeably expressed, of the Merits\\nof our English Georgic. And he speaks in his\\nthird and last Essay on it thus:\\nFrom the review we have now taken of the\\nFarmer s Boy, it will be evident, I think, that,\\nowing to its harmony and sweetness of versifica-\\ntion, its benevolence of sentiment, and originali-\\nty of imagery, it is entitled to rank very high in\\nthe class of descriptive and pastoral Poetry.\\nHe concludes with a highly animated and\\nfeeling anticipation of that public attention to the\\nPoem and to its Author, merited in every view,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX. 113\\nand which already has manifested itself in such\\nextent.\\nIn the Critical Remarks I intended Ifmd my-\\nself so much agreeing in sentiment with Dr.\\nDrake that I shall attempt little more than merely\\nto offer some few observations. One of thes3\\nrelates to the coincidences of thought and manner\\nin the Farmer s Boy with other writings. These,\\nas would previously be expected from what has\\nbeen said, are extremely few indeed. And al-\\nmost all that are particularly of moment in ap-\\npreciating the poetical excellences of the Work\\nare most truly coincidences, and cannot be other-\\nwise considerM.\\nFor the first of these which I shall mention I\\nam indebted to William Smith, esq. of Bury,\\nwho had largely his share of Public Admiration,\\nwhen he sustained, for many years, with great\\nskill and judgment, and great natural advantages,\\nalmost every character of our Drama which had\\nbeen eminently favour d by either Muse; and\\nwho now enjoys retirement with honour and\\nmerited esteem.\\nHe mentioned to me in conversation, and?\\nsince by Letter, a passage very closely resem-\\nbling one in the Idyllia of Ausomius. It is this\\nin Spring,\\ni", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "114 APT EN I) IX,\\nLike the torn flower the fair assemblage fly.\\nAh, falien Rose sad emblem of their doomj\\nFrail as thyself, they perish while they bloom\\nI. v 333\u00e2\u0080\u009440.\\nThe passage to which Mr. Smith referr d me is\\nthis. (It is not in my Edition of Ausonius; but\\nhe sent me a Copy.)\\nConquerimur, Natura, brevis quod Gratia florum est;\\nOstentata oculis ilhco dona rapis.\\nQuam longa una dies aetas tarn longa rosarum,\\nQuas pubescentes juncta senecta premit.\\nId. xir.\\nI am favor d with a Translation made by Mr.\\nSmith in his very early days. And hope that as\\na brother Etonian he allows me to quote it.\\nNature, we grieve that thou giv st flowers so gay,\\nThen snat chest Gifts thou shew st so swift away.\\nA Day s a Rose s Life. How quickly meet,\\nbweet Flower, thy Blossom and thy Winding Sheet I\\nIn the Procession of Spring there is a fine\\nseries of allegorical Images.\\nAdvancing Spring profusely spreads abroad\\nFlowers of all hues, with sweetest fragrance stored:\\nWhere er she treads Love gladdens every plain;\\nDelight on tip-toe bears her lucid train;", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX. 115\\nSweet Hope with conscious brow foforeherfttea*\\nAnticipating wealth from summer skies.\\nI. v. 271\u00e2\u0080\u00946.\\nCompare now this of Lucretius,\\nIt Ver et Venus et Veneris pr nuntius ante\\nT*innatuLS graditur Zephyrus vestigia propter.\\nFlora quibus Mater prsespergens, ante viai\\nGuncta coioribus egregiis et odoribus opplet.\\nDe Nat. Res. L. V. v. 736\u00e2\u0080\u00949.\\nEd Brindley 1749.\\nThere Spring, and Venus, and her Harbinger,\\nNear to her moves the winged Zephyrus,\\nFor whom maternal Flora strews the way\\nWith Flowers of every charming scent and hew.\\nOr in the very words of Bloom field,\\nFlowers of all hues with sweetest fragrance stor d.\\nFlowers of all hues and without thorn the Rose. P. L.\\nHope here occupies the place of Zephyrus.\\nDelight on tip-toe supporting the lucid train of\\nSoring, the image and attitude so full of life and\\noeauty, is our Poet s own. And what Poet,\\nwhat Painter would not have been proud of it?\\nIn another passage,\\nThe splendid raiment of the Spring peeps forth\\nHer universal Green,", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "116 APPENDIX.\\nThis of Lucretius will be found to have muck\\nsimilitude:\\nCamposque per omnes\\nFlorida fulserunt viridanti prata colore.\\n782, 3.\\nO^er every plain\\nThe flowery meadows- beam -with verdant hue.\\nAnd that exceedingly fine verse,\\nAll Nature feels her renovating sway,\\ncalls to mind the ever-memorable exordium of the\\nRoman Poet.\\nIf we admire the imitative force of this line\\nin the epic majesty of Virgilian numbers,\\nQuadrupedanteputremsonitu qualit ungula campura:\\nShakes the resounding hoof the trembling plain\\nshall we not admire the imitative harmony of this\\nattun d certainly with not less felicity to the\\nsweetness of the pastoral reed,\\nThe green turf trembling as they bound along.\\nThe pause on the first syllable cf the verse has\\nbeen an admir d beauty in Homer and Milton.\\nNl J* by. T nrot(r\u00c2\u00a3v eyxo$. II.\\nAnd over them triumphant Death his dart\\nS|iook, but delaj d to strike. P. L.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX. 117\\nWe have this beauty, coinciding with the best\\nexamples, though underiv d from them, in a ca-\\ndence of most pathetic softness.\\nJoys which the gay companions of her prime\\nSip, as they drift along the stream of time.\\nIII. v. 169, 70.\\nAnd this:\\nHer tender offspring dead, the Dam aloud\\nCalls, and runs wild amid th unconscious crowd.\\nIV. 345, 6.\\nThe beautiful Description of the Swine and\\nPigs feeding on fallen Acorns reminds me of a\\nmost picturesque one, not now at hand, in Gil-\\npin on Forest Scenery.\\nThe turn of this thought,\\nSay not, I ll come and cheer thy gloomy cell,\\nIII. v. 241, c.\\nI believe is from Scripture. Prov. iii. 28. And\\nso I think certainly is that,\\nTill Folly s wages, wounds and thorns, they reap.\\nIII. 37.\\nBut the most remarkable of all, and where I had\\nno expectation of finding a similitude, is in near\\nthe close of the Winter.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "U8 APPENDIX.\\nFar yet above these wafted clouds are seen\\n(In a remoter sky, still more serene)\\nOthers, detach d in ranges th rough the air,\\nSpotless as snow, and countless as they re fair;\\nScatter d immensely wide from east to west,\\nThe beauteous semblance of a Flock at rest.\\nIV. 255\u00e2\u0080\u009460\\nIn Hercules the Lion-slayer there is this pass-\\nTaJ S7fY}XV$S TtlQVQL ^YjXOC,\\nEx \u00c2\u00a3o1ccvYj$ aviovlcc psT ccvXia, Is er^scrls.\\nAvlct{ eit ilx toss, [AotXa (tv.gw ocXXoci sir aXXcti\u00c2\u00a7\\nE^ousmi fauyw\u00c2\u00a7\\\\utsrh NE$E TAATOENTA\\nOccaT sv 8\u00c2\u00a3otvcv eitri bXolvvoubvol irgahgspafc\\nHe Nohio \u00c2\u00a3jtj r t s Sgrjuos Bocsoco.\\nTwv [jlsvV if Us olc vSjS ev r^ci yiysV lovlcuv,\\nOvV C\u00c2\u00a3kim\u00c2\u00a3 m h ra, yaoh \\\\xi\\\\0L rfgwhuri xvXivSsi\\n1$ olvsils, locSsV aXXoL KOgv nreiai gcvSic sit aXXoi$.\\nToe? oust u,ehrfi r$s %owv sin GsxoXi r t st.\\nJIolv ao \u00c2\u00a3vetf\\\\Yj r rj rfeSiov, itoLcroLils xeXevSoij\\nAyj iSos eixopeyrtf.\\n\\\\HPAKA AEONTO$.\\nIdyll. Theocrito adscriptum. Brunckii Analect.\\nI. 360.\\nOn came the comely sheep,\\nFrom feed returning to their pens and fold.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX. 119\\nAnd these the Kine, in multitudes, succeed 5\\nOne on the other rising to the eye\\nAs watery Clouds which in the Heavens are seen,\\nBy Notus driven or Thracian Boreas:\\nAnd y numberless, along the shy they glide,\\nNor cease so many doth the powerful Blast\\nSpeed foremost, and so many, fleece on fleece,\\nSuccessive rise, reflecting varied light.\\nSo still the herds of Kine successive drew\\nA far-extended line and filPd the plain,\\nAnd all the pathways, with the coming troop.\\nI may possibly enlarge these Remarks in a\\nfuture Edition; for it is pleasant to see these\\nCoincidences with classic Poets of other days\\nand Nations in a classic of our own, of the best\\nSchool:\\nThe fields his study, Nature was his booh.\\nc. L.\\nTkoston, Aug. 22, 1800.", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "ON REVISITING THE PLACE OF\\nMY NATIVITY*\\nThough Winter s frowns had dampt the beaming eye*\\nThrough Twelve successive Summers heav d the sigh,\\nThe unaccomplish d wish was still the same;\\nTi l May in new and sudden glories came!\\nMy heart was rous d and Fancy on the wing,\\nThus heard the language of enchanting Spring\\nCome to dvy native groves and fruitful fields!\\nThou know st the fragrance that the wild-now r yields;\\nInhale the Breeze that bends the purple bud,\\nAnd plays along the Margin of the Wood.\\nI ve cloth d them all the very Woods where thou\\nIn infancy learn d st praise from every bough.\\nWouM st thou behold again the vernal day\\nMy reign is short this instant come away\\nEre Philomel shall silent meet the morn;\\nShe hails the green, but not the rip ning corn.\\nCome, ere the pastures lose their yellow flow rs:\\nCome now with heart as jocund as the hours.\\nWho could resist the call ?...that Giles had done,\\nNor heard the Birds, nor seen the rising Sun;\\nHad not Benevolence, with cheering ray,\\nAnd Greatness stoopt, indulgent to display\\nPraise which does surely not to Giles belong,\\nBut to the objects that inspir d his song.\\nImmediate pleasure from those praises flow d;\\nRemoter bliss within his bosom glow d", "height": "3934", "width": "2285", "jp2-path": "farmersboyruralp00bloo_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "122\\nNow tasted all:... .for I have heard and seen\\nThe jong-remember d voice, the church, the green;..\\nAnd oft by Friendship s gentle hand been led\\nWhere many a hospitable board was spread.\\nThese would I name.. ..but each, and all can feel\\nWhat the full heart would willingly reveal\\nNor needs be told that at each season s birth,\\nStill the enamell d, or the scorching Earth\\nGave, as each morn or weary night would come,\\nIdeal sweetness to my distant home\\nIdeal now no more ;...for, to my view\\nSpring s promise rose, how admirably true!\\nThe early chorus of the cheerful Grove\\nGave point to Gratitude, and fire to Love.\\nO Memory! shield me from the World s poor strife;\\nAnd give those scenes thine everlasting life\\nROBERT BLOOMFIELD.\\nLondon,\\nMay, 30, 1800.\\nPrinted by J. 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