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The Poplar Field

"The poplars are fell'd: farewell to the shade,

And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade;

The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,

Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. "Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a

Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew;

And now in the grass behold they are laid,

And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. "The blackbird has fled to another retreat,

Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat,

And the scene where his melody charm'd me

Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. "My fugitive years are all hasting away,

And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,

With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,

Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. "'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,

To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;

Tho' his life be a dream, his enjoyments,

I see,

Have a being less durable even than he."

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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton, Lady Stirling-Maxwell (née Sheridan; 22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877) was an English social reformer and author ac…
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