v. 27. Euston in Suffolk, and its neighbourhood, the Scene. "Twas thus with Giles: meek, fatherless, and poor: Labour his portion, but he felt no more; No stripes, no tyranny his steps pursu'd; His life was constant, cheerful, servitude: Where noble GRAFTON spreads his rich domains, Benevolent character of Giles's Master....Spring begins. v.45. There his first thoughts to Nature's charms inclin'd, That stamps devotion on th' inquiring mind. A little farm his generous Master till'd, Serv'd from affection, for his worth rever'd; A happy offspring blest his plenteous board, And lowing kine that graz'd beside the stream: And never lack'd a job for Giles to do. Fled now the sullen murmurs of the North, The splendid raiment of the SPRING peeps forth; Delight still more and more the gazing eye. v. 63. Giles goes out to plow. The mellow'd soil; imbibing fairer hues, Or sweets from frequent showers and evening dews; Treads slow the heavy dale, or climbs the hill: Strong on the wing his busy followers play, Where writhing earth-worms meet th' unwelcome day; Till all is chang'd, and hill and level down Assume a livery of sober brown: Again disturb'd, when Giles with wearying strides From ridge to ridge the ponderous harrow guides; Harrowing....Giles and his Horses rest. v. 81. His heels deep sinking every step he goes, Till dirt adhesive loads his clouted shoes. Welcome green headland! firm beneath his feet; And marks the first green blade that breaks the ground: |