Birket Foster's pictures of English landscape . 1 II. DONKEYS ON THE HEATH. Wandeking thralls of wandering master,Hobbled, harness-galled and rough, Round the gnarled thorn we pasture,Picking scanty fare and tough. What to us are wind and weather,Who ask no mans pains or pity ? Better toil through gorse and heatherThan through shrill and stifling eity. Better wood-smoke sharp and fragrantThan the alleys odours foul; Better serve a merry vagrant Than bear costers stripe and scowl. Like our gipsy lords, disdaining City comfort, city care,Leave us, rough but uncomplaining, To our scanty moorland
Birket Foster's pictures of English landscape . 1 II. DONKEYS ON THE HEATH. Wandeking thralls of wandering master,Hobbled, harness-galled and rough, Round the gnarled thorn we pasture,Picking scanty fare and tough. What to us are wind and weather,Who ask no mans pains or pity ? Better toil through gorse and heatherThan through shrill and stifling eity. Better wood-smoke sharp and fragrantThan the alleys odours foul; Better serve a merry vagrant Than bear costers stripe and scowl. Like our gipsy lords, disdaining City comfort, city care,Leave us, rough but uncomplaining, To our scanty moorland III. THE MILL. Black and weather-warped and old,Looking oer the windy wold,Gaunt and grim and rearing highIts ragged sails against the sky,For many a year hath stood the mill;Hath heard the plovers eager cry,Hath seen the blue cloud-shadows flyAcross the heath, athwart the and deaths, with lives between,Of many a miller, it hath seen;Many a pair of stones worn out,Many a set of gearing stout,But change of fashion, time and tide,The ancient mill hath still its place upon the hill—Sweeping sails or standing still—Emblem of enduring with a constant mind,Though it serve the inconstant wind.
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