The mournful tale

No words can utter & no tongue can tell 


When ploughs destroyd the green when groves of willows fell 


There once was springs when daises silver studs 


Like sheets of snow on every pasture spread 


There once was summers when the crow flower buds 


Like golden sunbeams brightest lustre shed 


& trees grew once that shelterd lubins head 


There once was brooks sweet wimpering down the vale 


The brooks no more—king cup & daiseys fled 


Their last falln tree the naked moors bewail 


& scarce a bush is left around to tell the mournful tale 


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Apology for the Poor

Every restraint now adays is laid on poverty & every liberty is given to luxury          burthens are constantly laid upon the weak & the strong are left without them – with the weak they are called useful & nessesary laws & with the rich they are considered as mean & incommod{i}ous matters never intended for them

            Thus every nessesary article with the poor is taxed & every luxury with the rich goes riot free as far as possible with the descency of parsiality to participate

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Enclosure

Thus came enclosure—ruin was its guide
But freedoms clapping hands enjoyed the sight
Though comforts cottage soon was thrust aside
& workhouse prisons raised upon the site
E'en natures dwellings far away from men—
The common heath—became the spoilers prey
. . .
No matter—wrong was right & right was wrong
& freedoms bawl was sanction to the song
. . .
As thou wert served so would they overwhelm
In freedoms name the little that is mine
& there are knaves that brawl for better laws
& cant of tyranny in stronger powers
Who glut their vile unsatiated maws
& freedoms birthright from the weak devours

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Quiet sky

The sun is sinking low & red 
A coal turned dim from gazing 
Among the oak-trees goes to bed 
& sets the woods a blazing 
The dewy leaves will quickly drop 
& daylight close his eye 
& labours rustic sounds will stop 
'Neath evenings quiet sky

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The shifting seasons

Twas thus his fond inquiry us'd to trace
Through natures secret with unwearied eye
& watch the shifting seasons changing grace
Springs first wild flower & summers painted sky
The insect creeping & the birds that fly
The autumns dying breeze the winter-wind
That bellowd round his hut most mournfully
& as his years increasd his taste refind
& fancy with new charms enlightens  up his mind

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Wild bees

The black & yellow bumble first on wing
To buzz among the sallows early flowers
Hiding its nest in holes from fickle spring
Who stints his rambles with her frequent showers
& one that may for wiser piper pass
In livery dress half sables & half red
Who laps a moss ball in the meadow grass
& hoards her stores when April showers have fled
& russet commoner who knows the face
Of every blossom that the meadow brings
Starting the traveller to a quicker pace
By threatening round his head in many rings:
These sweeten summer in their happy glee
By giving for her honey melody

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A little lane

A Little Lane the brook runs close beside
& spangles in the sunshine while the fish glide swiftly by
& hedges leafing with the green spring tide
From out their greenery the old birds fly
& chirp & whistle in the morning sun
The pilewort glitters neath the pale blue sky
The little robin has its nest begun
& grass green linnets round the bushes fly
How Mild the Spring Comes in the daisy buds
Lift up their golden blossoms to the sky
How lovely are the pingles & the woods
Here a beetle runs & there a fly
Rests on the Arum leaf in bottle green
And all the Spring in this Sweet lane is seen

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