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[“Bricks and mortar! bricks and mortar!]
“Bricks and mortar! bricks and mortar!
Cut your rambles rather shorter,
Give green fields a little quarter!
Cut your rambles rather shorter,
Give green fields a little quarter!
You, in your suburban sallies,
Turn our pleasant fields and valleys
Into squalid courts and alleys.
Turn our pleasant fields and valleys
Into squalid courts and alleys.
All along our rural passes
Where tripp'd village lads and lasses
Not a single blade of grass is!
Where tripp'd village lads and lasses
Not a single blade of grass is!
Where I saw the daisies springing,
Where I heard the blackbird singing,
And the lark while heavenward winging,
Where I heard the blackbird singing,
And the lark while heavenward winging,
I behold a rookery frightful
Which with tatters (tenants rightful!)
Beggary fills from morn to night full.
Which with tatters (tenants rightful!)
Beggary fills from morn to night full.
And beside their neighbour wizen
For rogues I see a palace risen,
And for poverty a prison!
For rogues I see a palace risen,
And for poverty a prison!
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Bricks and mortar! bricks and mortar!
Give green fields a little quarter;
As sworn foes to nature's beauty
You've already done your duty!”
Give green fields a little quarter;
As sworn foes to nature's beauty
You've already done your duty!”
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