Now tasted all :....for I have heard and seen Ideal now no more ;....for, to my view O Memory! shield me from the World's poor strife; LONDON, May 30, 1800. ROBERT BLOOMFIELD. ARGUMENT. Invocation, &c. Seed time. Harrowing. Morning walks. Milking. The Dairy. Suffolk Cheese. Spring coming forth. Sheep fond of changing. Lambs at play. The Butcher, &c. 1. COME, blest Spirit! whatsoe'er thou art, Thou kindling warmth that hover'st round my heart, Sweet inmate, hail! thou source of sterling joy, That poverty itself cannot destroy, Be thou my Muse; and faithful still to me, No deeds of arms my humble lines rehearse; No Alpine wonders thunder through my verse, Invocation....Simple character of Giles. v. 9. The roaring cataract, the snow-topt hill, Nature's sublimer scenes ne'er charm'd mine eyes, O point these raptures! bid my bosom glow! For all the blessings of my infant days! Bear me through regions where gay Fancy dwells; |