Deplore their fortune, yet sustain their parts; No; cast by Fortune on a frowning coast, Which neither groves nor happy valleys boast; Where other cares than those the Muse relates, 51 And other shepherds dwell with other mates; As Truth will paint it, and as bards will not: Or glad with airy mirth the toilsome hour? Lo! where the heath, with withering brake grown o'er, Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor; From thence a length of burning sand appears, Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears; 66 70 Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, 75 And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade; 2 Stephen Duck, d. 1756, a self-taught and obscure versifier, of humble origin, who gave a truthful picture of the farmer's life in a poem called the Thresher's Labour, v. Southey's Lives and Works of our Uneducated Poets. Or made the pond'rous quoit obliquely fall; While some huge Ajax, terrible and strong, Engaged some artful stripling of the throng, And fell beneath him, foil'd, while far around Hoarse triumph rose, and rocks return'd the sound? 100 Where now are these?-Beneath yon cliff they stand, To show the freighted pinnace where to land; I sought the simple life that Nature yields; 110 Rapine and Wrong and Fear usurp'd her place, And a bold, artful, surly, savage race; Wait on the shore, and, as the waves run high, 116 On the tost vessel bend their eager eye. Which to their coast directs its vent'rous way; Theirs, or the ocean's, miserable prey. As on their neighbouring beach yon swallows stand, And wait for favouring winds to leave the land; While still for flight the ready wing is spread; 121 And cried, Ah! hapless they who still remain; shore, Till some fierce tide, with more imperious sway, Sweeps the low hut and all it holds away; When the sad tennant weeps from door to door, And begs a poor protection from the poor. . . 3i. e., the bribe given for their votes at a Parliamentary election. By the Act of 1716, a new Parliament had to be elected at least once in every seven years. And the loud bittern, from the bull-rush home, Gave from the salt-ditch side the bellowing boom: He nursed the feelings these dull scenes produce And loved to stop beside the opening sluice; 100 Where the small stream, confined in narrowing bound, Ran with a dull, unvaried, sadd'ning sound; 105 Which Peter seemed with certain dread to see; 1 Peter Grimes is a fisherman, ignorant, lawless, avaricious, and cruel, from his youth. He gets from London a workhouse-boy to help him in his labors, receiving a small sum of money for giving the boy a home. The boy dies from brutality and neglect, and Peter procures another, thus gaining a second fee. This boy also dies, and after that a third boy, in a way that arouses the gravest suspicion. The murder is not proved, but Peter is forbidden to employ another boy, and warned that if he should be again accused he will find no mercy. 2 A sea-duck. FARMER MOSS'S DAUGHTER (From Tales in Verse, 1812) To farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down 10 Used to spare meals, disposed in manner pure, Her father's kitchen she could ill endure; Where by the steaming beef he hungry sat, And laid at once a pound upon his plate; Hot from the field, her eager brother seized An equal part, and hunger's rage appeased; The air, surcharged with moisture, flagg'd around, And the offended damsel sighed and frowned; The swelling fat in lumps conglomerate laid, 15 And fancy's sickness seized the loathing maid: But when the men beside their station took, The maidens with them, and with these the cook; 20 When one huge wooden bowl before them stood, 25 Soil'd by rude hinds1 who cut and come again— 35 Would send you there; but I am now your guide. Arise betimes, our early meal prepare, And this despatch'd, let business be your |