Poems by Robert Bloomfield
The Farmer's Boy - Autumn
... _" In safety hous'd, throughout NIGHT'S _length'ning_ reign, ...
Shooter's Hill
... Give strength of nerve and vigorous breath, ...
The Banks Of Wye - Book II
... this strand The steersman hail'd, and touch'd the land ...
A Visit To Renelagh
... Months and years bring their pleasures or pain ...
Good Tidings; Or News From The Farm
... Plough'd the rough waves, and gain'd our northern clime, ...
To The British Channel
... The nations have trembled—have cower'd in the dust, ...
The Shepherd's Dream: Or, Fairies' Masquerade
... The crowd press'd, and wrangling was heard through the whole ...
The Widow To Her Hour-Glass
... Like days and years still filt'ring through, ...
On Revisiting The Place Of My Nativity
... Thou know'st the fragrance that the wild-flow'r yields ...
Winter Song
... Though the Wind through the crevices sing, ...
The Horkey
... "Boys rubb'd their hands, and cried, 'there's more,' ...
The Farmer's Boy - Winter
... With these blest guardians _Giles_ his course pursues, ...
Richard and Kate: A suffolk Ballad
... ' She straight slipp'd off the Wall and Band, [Terms used in spinning] ...
Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith
... 'Here, in this Purse, (what should have cheer'd a Wife,) ...
Mary's Evening Sigh
... Your eye o'erflow'd, "How sweet," you cried ...
