The borough : a poem, in twenty-four letters / By the Rev. G. Crabbe.

  • George Crabbe
Date:
1810
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Credit: The borough : a poem, in twenty-four letters / By the Rev. G. Crabbe. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    We prune our Hedges, prime our slender Trees, °°) | | And nothing Jooks untutor’d and at ease,: - ot On the wide Heath, or in the flow’ry Vale, We scent the Vapours of the sea-born Gales!in i. Broad-beaten Paths lead on from Stile to Stile, And Sewers from Streets, the Road-side Banks defile; Our guarded Fields a sense of danger show, | Where Garden-Crops. with Corn and Clover grow ; Fences are form’d of Wreck and plac’d around, (With Tenters tip’d) a strong repulsive bound ; Wide and deep Ditches by the Gardens run, . And there in ambush lie the Trap.and Gun; _ 7, Or yon broad Board, which guards each tempting Prize, “¢ Like a tall Bully, lifts its oe and lies.” There stands a Caligan with an wires f dips Aa Re | Its Garden undefended blooms before;...,. Her Wheel is still, and overturn’d her Stool, aS ‘While the lone Widow seeks the neightPring Pool ; $f This gives us hope, all views. of. Town to shun. - No! here are tokens of the Sailor-Son ; 1 That old blue Jacket, and that Shirt of Check, And ‘silken Kerchief for the Seaman’s neck ; oy. Sea-spoils and Shells from man y adistant Shore, 7 And furry Robe eee mpi al | ates w, _ Out busy Streets dn Sylvan Walks Hates Fen, Marshes, Bog and Heath all intervene 5 Here Pits of Crag; with spongy, plash y dpcet hg ~-~'fo some enrich th’ uncultivated space; weet For there are Blossoms rare, and curious Rush, The Gale! s rich balm, and Sun-dew’ Ss crimson blush, bh: SS ee a ee
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