The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop ... To Which are Prefixed, Memoirs of the Life of the Author By the Rev. Thomas Clare |
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 | The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop |  |
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TO THE REVEREND MR. FAYTING.
WOTTON, AUGUST 1779.
Dear Sir! To you this packet bears
My hearty duty, and best prayers.
To which annexed a Schedule is
Of Sundries here at Wotton—Viz:
My hearty duty, and best prayers.
To which annexed a Schedule is
Of Sundries here at Wotton—Viz:
A Country, delicately rude—
(I mean not to be quaint, or shrewd,)
My heart so calls, while my eye views it—
Had I an apter phrase, I'd use it,
(I mean not to be quaint, or shrewd,)
My heart so calls, while my eye views it—
Had I an apter phrase, I'd use it,
A Soil, so dry, that spite of rains,
Along the ridge, or cross the plains,
Pope's slip-shod Sybil might have past;
And not been wet-shod, first or last.
Along the ridge, or cross the plains,
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And not been wet-shod, first or last.
A Congregation, of plain men:—
Of Squires I've had as yet no ken;
For truly, thro' my time at least,
They've troubled neither Church nor Priest.
Of Squires I've had as yet no ken;
For truly, thro' my time at least,
They've troubled neither Church nor Priest.
A Parsonage, on a spot in which
Wisdom herself her tent would pitch;
That scorns the storm, yet greets the gale;
Below the hills; above the vale.
Wisdom herself her tent would pitch;
That scorns the storm, yet greets the gale;
Below the hills; above the vale.
A Parlour, whose dimensions lie,
More long, than wide; more wide, than high;
Yet high enough to dine, with ease,
A score—of Giants if you please;
Of Giants, tall, as earth e'er bred;—
Unless one sits on t'other's head!
More long, than wide; more wide, than high;
Yet high enough to dine, with ease,
A score—of Giants if you please;
Of Giants, tall, as earth e'er bred;—
Unless one sits on t'other's head!
A Chamber, trim as trim can be:
A Bed, snugg—with a double g:
Furnish'd—how smartly, and how well,
In truth I slept too sound, to tell.
A Bed, snugg—with a double g:
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In truth I slept too sound, to tell.
Lawns, Ponds, a Garden, and a Mound,
With firs of classic grandeur crown'd:
And Comfort, (some sure signs declare,)
Has taken up her Quarters there.
With firs of classic grandeur crown'd:
And Comfort, (some sure signs declare,)
Has taken up her Quarters there.
A Yard, where pigs and poultry stray:
A Glebe, where all things seem to say,
The sooner Friends exhaust this store,
The sooner they'll make room for more.
A Glebe, where all things seem to say,
The sooner Friends exhaust this store,
The sooner they'll make room for more.
Two Rooms, on one foundation set;
Mere walls, and floors, and ceilings yet:
But Taste, my Landlord's engineer,
Stands bound to finish 'em next year.
Mere walls, and floors, and ceilings yet:
But Taste, my Landlord's engineer,
Stands bound to finish 'em next year.
An Host, and Hostess—but to show,
How far their courtesy can go,
Would puzzle an Extempore Muse;
And yet be telling you no news.
How far their courtesy can go,
Would puzzle an Extempore Muse;
And yet be telling you no news.
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If peradventure, your esteem
Suggest more questions on this theme,
To solve such questions I'll endeavour,
In vivâ voce Prose—Yours ever.
Suggest more questions on this theme,
To solve such questions I'll endeavour,
In vivâ voce Prose—Yours ever.
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