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Robert Bloomfield Quotes

d. 1823 England

Robert Bloomfield (December 3, 1766 – August 19, 1823) was a self-educated English peasant poet.

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E'en drunken Andrew felt the blow
That innocence can give,
When its resistless accents flow
To bid affection live.

Proud-crested fiend, the world’s worst foe, ambition.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look,
The fields his study, nature was his book.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

The kindly intercourse will ever prove
A bond of amity and social love.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

Unsparing as the scourge of war,
Blasts follow blasts, and groves dismantled roar.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

Fled now the sullen murmurs of the North,
The splendid raiment of the Spring peeps forth.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

But how unlike to April’s closing days!
High climbs the sun, and darts his powerful rays;
Whitens the fresh drawn mould and pierces through
The cumbrous clods that tumble round the plough.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

The lessons of prudence have charms,
And slighted, may lead to distress;
But the man whom benevolence warms
Is an angel who lives but to bless.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

When now, unsparing as the scourge of war,
Blasts follow blasts and groves dismantled roar;
Around their home the storm-pinched cattle lows,
No nourishment in frozen pasture grows;
Yet frozen pastures every morn resound
With fair abundance thund’ring to the ground.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

Build me a shrine, and I could kneel
To rural Gods, or prostrate fall;
Did I not see, did I not feel,
That one Great Spirit governs all.
O heaven, permit that I may lie
Where o’er my corse green branches wave;
And those who from life’s tumults fly
With kindred feelings press my grave.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

Still Twilight, welcome! Rest, how sweet art thou!
Now eve o’erhangs the western cloud’s thick brow;
The far-stretch’d curtain of retiring light,
With fiery treasures fraught; that on the sight
Flash from its bulging sides, where darkness lowers,
In Fancy’s eye, a chain of mould’ring tow’rs;
Or craggy coasts just rising into view,
Midst jav’lins dire and darts of streaming blue.

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

Dear Ellen, your tales are all plenteously stored,
With the joy of some bride and the wealth of her lord,
Of her chariots and dresses,
And worldly caresses,
And servants that fly when she’s waited upon:
But what can she boast if she weds unbeloved?
Can she e’er feel the joy that one morning I proved,
When I put on my new gown and waited for John?

Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Robert Bloomfield (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.