Poems by Robert Bloomfield
The Banks Of Wye - Book III
... look down." GOOD Heav'ns! must scenes like these expand, ...
The Broken Crutch: A Tale
... -Conclusion. How cheerly sound the bells! my charmer, come, ...
To My Old Oak Table
... And March brought sunshine with the length'ning day, ...
The Forester
... * * A soberer feeling through the crowd he flung, ...
The Miller's Maid
... _George_ clasp'd the wond'ring _Maid_, and whisper'd, '_There_! ...
A Word To Two Young Ladies
... I'll shake my grey hairs when you laugh, ...
Solitude
... Unquicken'd 'midst the world's rude strife, ...
Rosy Hannah
... Nor Moss elastic, flow'rs though sweet, ...
Hunting Song
... But where's the note, brave Dog, like thine ...
The Farmer's Boy - Spring
... Clos'd are their eyes, their fleeces drench'd in gore ...
Written In The Isle Of Thanet
... The coarse, unfeeling, witless jest, ...
Song For A Highland Drover Returning From England
... I shall miss your white Horns on the brink of the Bourne, ...
Rosamond's Song Of Hope
... * * All eyes were turn'd, all hearts with pity glow'd, ...
The Soldier's Return to His Home
... Where high and loud they break, and peace comes never ...
The Invitation
... Quick spread the news through hamlet, field, and farm, ...
