Good tidings; or, News from the farm, a poem |
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bade beauty Beauty's birth-place blessing blind blood boards brave Breath'd cheek child childhood's clos'd conquest country's crown'd dairy's boast days gone dead dear Demy Octavo didst domestic woe dreadful dying e'en England ev'ry land eyes fair FARM Farmer's Boy feelings flame FLEET STREET flow'r Foolscap Octavo foul four copperplates fragrance friends gave grove hath Health hear heard heart Heav'n hope horrid hour infant infection isle JAMES SWAN JENNER kindred kine languor life's LONGMAN AND REES Love ye manhood's mead midnight Muse Nature's o'er pain Parnassian Press PATERNOSTER ROW paths peace Peru Pity Poem pow'r pray'r Quarto rapture reign rise ROBERT BLOOMFIELD round RURAL seem'd serpent shore sigh Sleep Small-pox was carried smile song soul spread spring strew sweet tear terrors thee theme thine thou thousand TIDINGS trembling triumph'd truth Twas uncontaminated UNITED KINGDOM unsung VACCINE INOCULATION Vellum Paper VERNOR AND HOOD warm wave WOODVILLE youth
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Page 13 - ... gives way : He feels his dreadful loss ; yet short the pain, Soon he resumes his cheerfulness again, Pondering how best his moments to employ He sings his little songs of nameless joy ; Creeps on the warm green turf for many an hour, And plucks by chance the white and yellow flower; Smoothing their stems while, resting on his knees, He binds a nosegay which he never sees ; Along the homeward path then feels his way, Lifting his brow against the shining day, And with a playful rapture round his...
Page 12 - The grove invites, delight thrills every breast : To leap the ditch, and seek the downy nest, Away they start, — leave balls and hoops behind, And one companion leave, — the boy is blind ! His fancy paints their distant paths so gay, That childish fortitude awhile gives way : He feels his dreadful loss : yet short the pain : Soon he resumes his cheerfulness again.
Page 11 - WHERE'S the Blind Child, so admirably fair, With guileless dimples, and with flaxen hair That waves in every breeze ? he's often seen Beside yon cottage wall, or on the green, With others match'd in spirit and in size, Health on their cheeks, and rapture in their eyes ; That full expanse of voice, to childhood dear, Soul of their sports, is duly cherish...
Page 13 - Away they start, leave balls and hoops behind, And one companion leave — the boy is blind. His fancy paints their distant paths so gay, That childish fortitude awhile gives way; He feels his dreadful loss — yet short the pain — Soon he resumes his cheerfulness again. Pondering how best his moments to employ, He sings his little songs of nameless joy, Creeps on the warm green turf for many an hour, And plucks, by chance, the white and yellow flower...
Page 17 - ... feast upon the vernal green, Or dreamt that in the blood of kine there ran Blessings beyond the sustenance of man? We tread the meadow, and we scent the thorn, We hail the day-spring of a summer's morn Nor mead at dawning day, nor thymy heath, Transcends the fragrance of the heifer's breath: May that dear fragrance, as it floats along O'er ev'ry flow'r that lives in rustic song; May all the sweets of meadows and of kine Embalm, O Health! this offering at thy shrine.
Page 19 - Momentous triumph — fiend! thy reign is o'er; Thou, whose blind rage hath ravag'd ev'ry shore, Whose name denotes destruction, whose foul breath For ever hov'ring round the dart of death, Fells, mercilessly fells, the brave and base Through all the kindreds of the human race.
Page 13 - Along the homeward path then feels his way,, Lifting his brow against the shining day, And with a playful rapture round his eyes, Presents a sighing parent with the prize. She blest that day, which he remembers too, When he could gaze on heav'n's ethereal blue, See the young spring, so lovely to his eyes, And all the colours of the morning rise.— "When was this work of bitterness begun? How came the blindness of your only son?" Thus pity prompts full many a tongue to say, But never, till she slowly...
Page 18 - Then when the healthful blood, though often tried, Foil'd the keen lancet by the Severn side, Resisting, uncontaminated still, The purple pest and unremitting skill; When the plain truth tradition seem'd to know, And simply pointed to the harmless Cow, Doubt and distrust to reason might appeal; But, when hope triumph'd, what did JENNKE feel!
Page 5 - Dedicated to Dr. Edward Jenner, as the discoverer; and to the members of the Royal Jennerian Society, as the promoters of vaccine inoculation.
Page 27 - ... sigh: • Speak loud to parents; — knew ye not the time When age itself, and manhood's hardy prime, With horror saw their short-liv'd friendships end, Yet dar'd not visit ev'n the dying friend? Contagion, a foul serpent lurking near, Mock'd Nature's sigh and Friendship's holy tear. Love ye your children? — let that love arise, Pronounce the sentence, and the serpent dies; Bid welcome a mild stranger at your door, Distress shall cease, those terrors reign no more.