William Hutton Poems

An helpless animal, distress'd,
Excites compassion in the breast.

Poor Robin to the garden steer'd;
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A period pass'd over I'll bring back to view,
When the sons of the hammer were wont to tell true;
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In joyous strain the verse should move,
Which celebrates the thing we love.

Come, my pale friend, put on a smile,
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A husband and wife, when they're both of one mind,
We deem them most happy--read on, and you'll find.

In all concerns a man shall share
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I wish'd, when young, I had but clear
That lovely sum ten pounds a year.
For work or play, I must confess,
Produc'd a sum a little less;
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The Muse, as property is gone,
She should, by right, put mourning on.
The simple smile shall fly the place;
My tale comes with a serious face.
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The lowest class of men may be
Rais'd to state of high degree,
Their blackness gone, such brightness shone,
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In Nottingham there dwells a lass,
Of three-score-years-and-ten,
With whom I jocund hours did pass;
The loves were with us then.
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A promising Lover sent word from Bridgnorth,
He'd see me the fifth of November;
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When you proceed down Sych-nant's track,
The wind will try to force you back;
As if asham'd to let you view
A barren sea and mountain too.
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