Poems. George Crabbe

       IN TWO BOOKS.

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       BOOK I.

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      ARGUMENT.

      The Subject proposed.—Remarks upon Pastoral Poetry.—A Tract of Country near the Coast described.—An Impoverished Borough.—Smugglers and their Assistants.—Rude Manners of the Inhabitants.—Ruinous Effects of an high Tide.—The Village Life more generally considered: Evils of it—The youthful Labourer.—The Old Man: his Soliloquy.—The Parish Workhouse: its Inhabitants.—The Sick Poor: their Apothecary.—The dying Pauper.—The Village Priest.

THE

       VILLAGE.

       Table of Contents

      BOOK I.

      The Village Life and every care that reigns

       O’er youthful Peasants and declining Swains;

       What labour yields and what, that labour past,

       Age, in its hour of languor, finds at last;

       What form the real picture of the Poor,

       Demand a Song—the Muse can give no more.

       Fled are those times, when, in harmonious strains,

       The rustic Poet prais’d his native Plains;

       No Shepherds now in smooth alternate verse,

       Their Country’s beauty or their Nymphs’ rehearse;

       Yet still for these we frame the tender strain,

       Still in our lays fond Corydons complain,

       And Shepherds’ boys, their amorous pains reveal,

       The only pains, alas! they never feel.

       On Mincio’s banks, in Cæsar’s bounteous reign,

       If Tityrus found the Golden Age again,

       Must sleepy bards the flattering dream prolong,

       Mechanic echoes of the Mantuan song?

       From Truth and Nature shall we widely stray,

       Where Virgil, not where Fancy, leads the way?

       Yes, thus the Muses sing of happy Swains,

       Because the Muses never knew their pains:

       They boast their Peasants’ pipes: but Peasants now

       Resign their pipes and plod behind the plough;

       And few amid the Rural-tribe have time,

       To number syllables and play with rhyme;

       Save honest Duck, what son of Verse could share

       The Poet’s rapture and the Peasant’s care?

       Or the great labours of the Field degrade,

       With the new peril of a poorer trade?

       From this chief cause these idle praises spring,

       That themes so easy, few forbear to sing;

       For no deep thought the trifling subjects ask,

       To sing of Shepherds is an easy task;

       The happy youth assumes the common strain,

       A Nymph his mistress and himself a Swain;

       With no sad scenes he clouds his tuneful prayer,

       But all, to