Robert Bloomfield Poems
- The Farmer's Boy - Summer THE FARMER'S life displays in ...
- The Farmer's Boy - Winter With kindred pleasures mov'd, and...
- The Soldier's Return To His Ho... My untried muse shall no ...
- 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 Farmer's Boy - Summer
THE FARMER'S life displays in every part
A moral lesson to the sensual heart.
Though in the lap of Plenty, thoughtful still,
He looks beyond the present good or ill;
Nor estimates alone one blessing's worth,
From changeful seasons, or capricious earth;
But views the future with the present hours,
And looks for failures as he looks for show'ers;
For casual as for certain want prepares,
And round his yard the reeking haystack rears;
Or clover, blossom'd lovely to the sight,
His team's rich store through many a wint'ry night.
What tho' abundance round his ...