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RURAL FELICITY.
Let court lovers pay adoration to crowns,
That man is a monarch for me,
Who chearful improves the few acres he owns,
Unenvying, industrious, and free.
That man is a monarch for me,
Who chearful improves the few acres he owns,
Unenvying, industrious, and free.
At night, in high health, from his labour he rests,
His houshold sit round in a row,
Wife, children, and servants, domestical guests,
Such circles in town can ye shew?
His houshold sit round in a row,
Wife, children, and servants, domestical guests,
Such circles in town can ye shew?
He smiles on his babes, as some strive for his knee,
And some to their mother's neck cling,
While playful the prattlers for place disagree,
The roof with their shrill trebles ring.
And some to their mother's neck cling,
While playful the prattlers for place disagree,
The roof with their shrill trebles ring.
Those Cynics who brood o'er a single life's spleen,
The offspring they have dare not own,
But happy-wed pairs can enjoy the fond scene
To you ye unsocials unknown.
The offspring they have dare not own,
But happy-wed pairs can enjoy the fond scene
To you ye unsocials unknown.
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His dame the good man of the house thus address'd:—
'Twas so with us when we were young:
Her hand within his he with gentleness press'd,
While sentiment prompted his tongue.
'Twas so with us when we were young:
Her hand within his he with gentleness press'd,
While sentiment prompted his tongue.
I remember the day of my falling in love,
How fearful I first came to woo;
I hope that these boys will as true-hearted prove,
And our lasses, my dear, look like you.
How fearful I first came to woo;
I hope that these boys will as true-hearted prove,
And our lasses, my dear, look like you.
A tear of joy starting, he kiss'd from her cheek,
Love gratefully glowing her face,
Too full her fond heart, not a word cou'd she speak,
But, sighing, return'd his embrace.
Love gratefully glowing her face,
Too full her fond heart, not a word cou'd she speak,
But, sighing, return'd his embrace.
'Tis by such endearments affection is shewn,
In silence more nobly express'd,
Than all the cant phrase, the Bon Ton of the town,
Where Love is a Monmouth-street guest.
In silence more nobly express'd,
Than all the cant phrase, the Bon Ton of the town,
Where Love is a Monmouth-street guest.
Go on ye high births, and pretend to despise
Those scenes which to you are unknown;
But laugh not too long, rather aim to be wise,
And compare such a life with your own.
Those scenes which to you are unknown;
But laugh not too long, rather aim to be wise,
And compare such a life with your own.
Vain jesters be mute, I'll a sentiment give,
A toast which esteem will not scorn;
May they who can taste them, Love's kisses receive,
And Tenderness meet a return.
A toast which esteem will not scorn;
May they who can taste them, Love's kisses receive,
And Tenderness meet a return.
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