Robert Bloomfield Poems
- The Soldier's Return To His Ho... My untried muse shall no ...
- The Farmer's Boy - Winter With kindred pleasures mov'd, and...
- The Farmer's Boy - Summer THE FARMER'S life displays in ...
- To His Wife (1804) I rise, dear Mary, from the soundest ...
- Good Tidings; Or News From The... Where's the Blind Child, ...
- The Farmer's Boy - Autumn Again, the year's _decline_, ...
- The Shepherd's Dream: Or, Fair...
Robert Bloomfield (December 3, 1766 – August 19, 1823) was an English poet.
He was born of a poor family in the village of Honington, Suffolk. He lost his father when he was a year old, and received the rudiments of education from his mother, who kept the village school. Apprenticed at the age of eleven to a farmer, he was too small and frail for field labour, and four years later he came to London to work for a shoemaker under an elder brother, enduring extreme poverty. The poem that made his reputation, The Farmer's Boy, was composed in a garret in Bell Alley where half a dozen other men were at work. He carried finished lines in his head until there was time to write them down.... more »
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The Soldier's Return To His Home
My untried muse shall no high tone assume,
Nor strut in arms - farewell, my cap and plume!
Brief be my verse, a task within my power;
I tell my feelings in one happy hour:
But what an hour was that! when from the main
I reach'd this lovely valley once again!
A glorious harvest fill'd my eager sight,
Half shock'd, half waving in a flood of light;
On that poor cottage roof where I was born,
The sun look'd down as in life's early morn.
I gazed around, but not a soul appear'd;
I listen'd on the threshold, nothing heard;
I call'd my father thrice, but no one ...