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TO A MOSS-ROSE IN CHEAPSIDE.
What you—you flush our City
air,
You, summer's boast and pride,
You, born to show all things most fair
Less fair by your sweet side!
What with our fev'rish thirst for gold
Have you, sweet thing, to do!
Where all things else are bought and sold,
Rose, will they barter you!
You, summer's boast and pride,
You, born to show all things most fair
Less fair by your sweet side!
What with our fev'rish thirst for gold
Have you, sweet thing, to do!
Where all things else are bought and sold,
Rose, will they barter you!
Why not! O welcome, welcomed, come,
Of hidden nature speak,
Of whom all else is here so dumb,
Our thought of her grows weak;
Show us, with more than this poor life
Of streets, we have to do!
Adieu to all the City's strife!
I'm far, sweet rose, with you.
Of hidden nature speak,
Of whom all else is here so dumb,
Our thought of her grows weak;
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Of streets, we have to do!
Adieu to all the City's strife!
I'm far, sweet rose, with you.
What pleasant thoughts you bring to-day;
What leafy country hours,
Haunts where the long day dies away
From grass-plots heap'd with flowers!
With fountain'd lawns, my eyes you bless;
Green walks I loiter through;
In peace and garden quietness,
I dwell, sweet rose, with you.
What leafy country hours,
Haunts where the long day dies away
From grass-plots heap'd with flowers!
With fountain'd lawns, my eyes you bless;
Green walks I loiter through;
In peace and garden quietness,
I dwell, sweet rose, with you.
Ah, now a cottage front you bring,
A porch cool shadows fill,
Up which sweet honeysuckles cling,
And wander at their will;
The vine is green, and you I see
The casements peeping through,
The glowing summer noon for me
Is flush'd, sweet rose, with you.
A porch cool shadows fill,
Up which sweet honeysuckles cling,
And wander at their will;
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The casements peeping through,
The glowing summer noon for me
Is flush'd, sweet rose, with you.
O quiet thoughts, stay with me! Stay,
You leafy summer hours!
Ah me! but life must deal to-day
With other things than flowers!
Come, City fears! come, work and care!
Adieu, sweet dreams, adieu!
Of thoughts, full poor must be the share
I give, sweet rose, to you.
You leafy summer hours!
Ah me! but life must deal to-day
With other things than flowers!
Come, City fears! come, work and care!
Adieu, sweet dreams, adieu!
Of thoughts, full poor must be the share
I give, sweet rose, to you.
O drooping bud! O weary change,
This grey and stony street
For all that to our eyes is strange,
All yours were wont to meet!
Yet I too, nature's child, I pine
Her far-off face to view;
As weary are these thoughts of mine
As those that wither you!
This grey and stony street
For all that to our eyes is strange,
All yours were wont to meet!
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Her far-off face to view;
As weary are these thoughts of mine
As those that wither you!
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