The peripatetic or, Sketches of the heart, of nature and society; In a series of politico-sentimental journals, in verse and prose, of the eccentric excursions of Sylvanus Theophrastus; Supposed to be written by himself [by John Thelwall] |
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[Far, far away, ye little homely sheds!] |
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[Far, far away, ye little homely sheds!]
Far, far away, ye little homely sheds!
Far from this period be the baneful hour
When proud Improvement thro' the region spreads,
Builds o'er each spot, and fells each rustic bower!
Far from this period be the baneful hour
When proud Improvement thro' the region spreads,
Builds o'er each spot, and fells each rustic bower!
Here still may honest Industry retreat,
Here Poverty still breathe the untainted gale,
The rude ear listen to the carol sweet,
And join the strain the vernal year to hail!
Here Poverty still breathe the untainted gale,
The rude ear listen to the carol sweet,
And join the strain the vernal year to hail!
Here may the lark (for here the lark still sings)
And Philomel (for Philomel is here—
And oft what time her plaint of sorrow rings
Thro' the lone shrubbery, soothes my pensive ear.)
And Philomel (for Philomel is here—
And oft what time her plaint of sorrow rings
Thro' the lone shrubbery, soothes my pensive ear.)
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Here may the lark, and Philomela's strain,
(Joy's gayest note and sorrow's sweetest flow!)
One rouse to labour still the lowly swain,
One soothe till slumber steeps his weary brow.
(Joy's gayest note and sorrow's sweetest flow!)
One rouse to labour still the lowly swain,
One soothe till slumber steeps his weary brow.
Nor let refining Grandeur grudge this spot—
This nook obscure to Indigence and Toil,
Where humbly bowing to their abject lot,
Health yet may cheer them with her blooming smile!
This nook obscure to Indigence and Toil,
Where humbly bowing to their abject lot,
Health yet may cheer them with her blooming smile!
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