Poems by Robert Bloomfield
The Banks Of Wye - Book I
... We who dwell Far from thy land of smoke, advise thee well ...
The French Mariner
... Proud crested Fiend, the World's worst foe, ...
Nancy
... When we see the Flow'rs bud, don't we look for the Bloom ...
The Milk Maid on the First of May
... When they feel, in their children, its first soft alarm ...
Richard And Kate: Or, Fair-Day
... ' She straight slipp'd off the Wall and Band, ...
The Banks Of Wye - Book IV
... Sweet flowers were her treasures, and flowers shall be mine ...
Lines Occasioned By A Visit To Whittlebury Forest, Northamptonshire, In August, 1800
... Round _Wake's_ huge Oak, their favourite tree ...
The Fakeham Ghost
... The Candle's gleam pierc'd through the night, ...
Love Of The Country
... Unquicken'd midst the world's rude strife, ...
The Farmer's Boy - Summer
... 'When crown'd with boughs the last load quits the fields, ...
Abner And The Widow Jones
... Perplexity From bush to bush, from stile to stile, ...
Dolly
... Then haste, ye hours, haste, Eve and Morn, ...
Market-Night
... ' he cried: O what a night I've travell'd through! ...
Peace
... Peace, Wealth, and Commerce, all thine own: ...
Lucy
... Since there thy smiles, my charming Maid, ...
