Wild Flowers - Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry by Robert Bloomfield
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A cow-boy stopt his whistle to reply.
"Why, I've a mistress coming home, that's all, They're playing Meg's diversion at the Hall; A Cow-Boy's Bravery "For master's gone, with Peggy, and his cousin, And all the lady folks, about a dozen, To church, down there; he'll marry one no doubt, For that it seems is what they're gone about; I know it by their laughing and their jokes, Tho' they _wor'nt_ ask'd at church like other folks." Gilbert kept on, and at the Hall-door found The winking servants, where the jest went round: All expectation; aye, and so was he, But not with heart so merry and so free. The kitchen table, never clear from beef, Where hunger found its solace and relief, Free to all strangers, had no charms for him, For agitation worried every limb; Ale he partook, but appetite had none, And grey-hounds watch'd in vain to catch the bone. Sitting upon Thorns. All sounds alarm'd him, and all thoughts perplex'd, With dogs, and beef, himself, and all things vex'd, Till with one mingled caw above his head, Their gliding shadows o'er the court-yard spread, |
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