Turnd to night

The timid hare seems half its fears to lose
Crouching & sleeping 'neath its grassy lair
& scarcely startles tho' the shepherd goes 
Close by its home & dogs are barking there
The wild colt only turns around to stare 
At passer by then knaps his hide again
& moody crows beside the road forbear 
To fly tho' pelted by the passing swain
Thus day seems turnd to night & tries to wake in vain
The owlet leaves her hiding-place at noon
& flaps her grey wings in the doubting light
The hoarse jay screams to see her out so soon
& small birds chirp & startle with affright

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Sudden shower

Stopt by the storm that long in sullen black
From the south west stained its encroaching track
Haymakers hustling from the rain to hide
Sought the grey willows by the pasture side
& there while big drops bow the grassy stems
& bleb the withering hay with pearly gems
Dimple the brook & patter in the leaves

The song or tale an hours restraint relieves
& while the old dames gossip at their ease

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Bluebells

Bluebells how beautifull & bright they look 
Bowed oer green moss & pearled in morning dew 
Shedding a shower of pearls as soon as shook 
In every wood hedgegap theyre shineing through 
Smelling of spring & beautifully blue 
Childhood & Spring how beautifully dwells 
Their memories in the woods we now walk through 
O balmy days of spring in white thorn dells 
How beautifull are woods & their bluebells

Image: Late flowering bluebells on Dartmoor.  

Always an amazing sight.

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Daisys

While on the sunny bank the daisys seem

With smiling charms to court the clowns esteem

Nor do they spread their smiling charms in vain

His bosom warms enrapturd at the sight

With secret pleasure & unknown delight

His swelling soul to memorys treasure flies

& strives to speak—but Ignorance denies

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Rural sounds

& lowing steers that hollow echoes wake
Around the yard their nightly fast to break
As from each barn the lumping flail rebounds
In mingling concert with the rural sounds
While oer the distant fields more faintly creep
The murmuring bleatings of unfolding sheep
& ploughmans callings that more hoarse proceed
Where industry still urges labours speed
The bellowing of cows with udders full
That wait the welcome halloo of “come mull”

& rumbling waggons deafening again
Rousing the dust along the narrow lane
& cracking whips & shepherds hooting cries
From woodland echoes urging sharp replies

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The cow boy

Last on the road the cowboy careless swings
Leading tamed cattle in their tending strings
With shining tin to keep his dinner warm
Swung at his back or tucked beneath his arm
Whose sun-burnt skin & cheeks chuffed out with fat
Are dyed as rusty as his napless hat
& others driving loose their herds at will
Are now heard whooping up the pasture-hill
Peeled sticks they bear of hazel or of ash
The rib-marked hides of restless cows to thrash
In sloven garb appears each bawling boy
As fit & suiting to his rude employ

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Silence & shame

I looked on the eyes of fair woman too long
Till silence & shame stole the use of my tongue
When I tried to speak to her I'd nothing to say
So I turned myself round & she wandered away
When she got too far off why I'd something to tell
So I sent sighs behind her & walked to my cell
Willow switches I broke & peeled bits of straws
Ever lonely in crowds in Natures own laws
My ball room the pasture my music the bees
My drink was the fountain my church the tall trees
Who ever would love or be tied to a wife
When it makes a man mad all the days of his life

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