Pen and pencil pictures from the poets . night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The Twelve Good Rules, the royal game of Goose; The hearth, except when winter chilled the day, With aspen boughs, and flowers and fennel gay; While broken tea-cups, wisely kept for show, Ranged oer the chimney, glistened in a transitory splendours ! could not all Reprieve the tottering mansion from its fall % Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart An hours importance to the poor mans heart; Thither no more the peasant shall repair, To sweet oblivion of his daily car
Pen and pencil pictures from the poets . night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The Twelve Good Rules, the royal game of Goose; The hearth, except when winter chilled the day, With aspen boughs, and flowers and fennel gay; While broken tea-cups, wisely kept for show, Ranged oer the chimney, glistened in a transitory splendours ! could not all Reprieve the tottering mansion from its fall % Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart An hours importance to the poor mans heart; Thither no more the peasant shall repair, To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmers news, the barbers tale. No more the woodmans ballad shall prevail; 68 rEN AND PENCIL PICTURES FROM THE POETS. No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear,Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear;The host himself no longer shall be foundCareful to see the mantling bliss go round ;Nor the coy maid, half willing to be kiss the cup to pass it to the rest. ? ?(£><5o--3. iJjS ,,,fR (• AND PENCIL PICTURES EROM THE POETS. Jl S u m m e r. T HOMSON. 4^ ^-^s^^ OW swarms the village oer the joyful mead :The rustic youth, brown with meridian toil,Healthful and strong; full as the summer roseBlown by prevailing suns, the ruddy maid,Half-naked, swelling on the sight, and allHer kindled graces burning oer her stooping age is here ; and infant handsTrail tlie long rake, or, with the fragrant loadOercharged, amid the kind oppression flies the tedded grain ; all in a rowAdvancing broad, or wheeling round the spread their breathing harvest to the sun,That throws refreshful round a rural smell;Or, as they rake the green-appearing drive the dusky wave along the mead,The russet haycock rises thick behind,In order gay : whiie heard from dale to dale,Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voiceOf happy labour, love, and social glee.
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