Robert Bloomfield Poems
- The Farmer's Boy - Winter With kindred pleasures mov'd, and...
- The Farmer's Boy - Summer THE FARMER'S life displays in ...
- The Soldier's Return To His Ho... My untried muse shall no ...
- The Shepherd's Dream: Or, Fair...
- To His Wife (1804) I rise, dear Mary, from the soundest ...
- Good Tidings; Or News From The... Where's the Blind Child, ...
- The Shepherd And His Dog Rover ROVER, awake! the grey Cock ...
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 - Winter
With kindred pleasures mov'd, and cares opprest,
Sharing alike our weariness and rest;
Who lives the daily partner of our hours,
Thro' every change of heat, and frost, and show'rs;
Partakes our cheerful meals, partaking first
In mutual labour and in mutual thirst;
The kindly intercourse will ever prove
A bond of amity and social love.
To more than man this generous warmth extends,
And oft the team and shiv'ring herd befriends;
Tender solicitude the bosom fills,
And Pity executes what Reason wills:
Youth learns compassion's tale from every tongue,