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THE WIDOW'S TALE	A
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To Farmer Moss in Langar Vale came down	B
His only daughter from her school in town	B
A tender timid maid who knew not how	C
To pass a pig sty or to face a cow	C
Smiling she came with petty talents graced	D
A fair complexion and a slender waist	D
Used to spare meals disposed in manner pure	E
Her father's kitchen she could ill endure	E
Where by the steaming beef he hungry sat	F
And laid at once a pound upon his plate	G
Hot from the field her eager brother seized	H
An equal part and hunger's rage appeased	H
The air surcharged with moisture flagg'd around	I
And the offended damsel sigh'd and frown'd	I
The swelling fat in lumps conglomerate laid	J
And fancy's sickness seized the loathing maid	J
But when the men beside their station took	K
The maidens with them and with these the cook	K
When one huge wooden bowl before them stood	L
Fill'd with huge balls of farinaceous food	M
With bacon mass saline where never lean	N
Beneath the brown and bristly rind was seen	N
When from a single horn the party drew	O
Their copious draughts of heavy ale and new	O
When the coarse cloth she saw with many a stain	P
Soil'd by rude hinds who cut and came again	Q
She could not breathe but with a heavy sigh	R
Rein'd the fair neck and shut th' offended eye	R
She minced the sanguine flesh in frustums fine	S
And wonder'd much to see the creatures dine	S
When she resolved her father's heart to move	T
If hearts of farmers were alive to love	U
She now entreated by herself to sit	V
In the small parlour if papa thought fit	V
And there to dine to read to work alone	W
'No ' said the Farmer in an angry tone	W
'These are your school taught airs your mother's	X
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pride	Y
Would send you there but I am now your guide	Y
Arise betimes our early meal prepare	Z
And this despatch'd let business be your care	Z
Look to the lasses let there not be one	A2
Who lacks attention till her tasks be done	A2
In every household work your portion take	B2
And what you make not see that others make	B2
At leisure times attend the wheel and see	C2
The whit'ning web besprinkled on the lea	C2
When thus employ'd should our young neighbours	C2
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view	O
A useful lass you may have more to do '	-
Dreadful were these commands but worse than	D2
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these	C2
The parting hint a Farmer could not please	C2
'Tis true she had without abhorrence seen	N
Young Harry Carr when he was smart and clean	N
But to be married be a farmer's wife	E2
A slave a drudge she could not for her life	E2
With swimming eyes the fretful nymph withdrew	O
And deeply sighing to her chamber flew	O
There on her knees to Heaven she grieving pray'd	J
For change of prospect to a tortured maid	J
Harry a youth whose late departed sire	F2
Had left him all industrious men require	F2
Saw the pale Beauty and her shape and air	Z
Engaged him much and yet he must forbear	Z
'For my small farm what can the damsel do '	-
He said then stopp'd to take another view	O
'Pity so sweet a lass will nothing learn	G2
Of household cares for what can beauty earn	G2
By those small arts which they at school attain	P
That keep them useless and yet make them vain '	-
This luckless Damsel look'd the village round	I
To find a friend and one was quickly found	I
A pensive Widow whose mild air and dress	C2
Pleased the sad nymph who wish'd her soul's	C2
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distress	C2
To one so seeming kind confiding to confess	C2
'What Lady that ' the anxious lass inquired	H2
Who then beheld the one she most admired	H2
'Here ' said the Brother 'are no ladies seen	N
That is a widow dwelling on the Green	N
A dainty dame who can but barely live	I2
On her poor pittance yet contrives to give	J2
She happier days has known but seems at ease	C2
And you may call her lady if you please	C2
But if you wish good sister to improve	T
You shall see twenty better worth your love '	-
These Nancy met but spite of all they taught	K2
This useless Widow was the one she sought	K2
The father growl'd but said he knew no harm	L2
In such connexion that could give alarm	L2
'And if we thwart the trifler in her course	C2
'Tis odds against us she will take a worse '	-
Then met the friends the Widow heard the sigh	R
That ask'd at once compassion and reply	R
'Would you my child converse with one so poor	Z
Yours were the kindness yonder is my door	Z
And save the time that we in public pray	Z
From that poor cottage I but rarely stray '	-
There went the nymph and made her strong	M2
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complaints	C2
Painting her woe as injured feeling paints	C2
'Oh dearest friend do think how one must feel	N2
Shock'd all day long and sicken'd every meal	N2
Could you behold our kitchen and to you	O
A scene so shocking must indeed be new	O
A mind like yours with true refinement graced	D
Would let no vulgar scenes pollute your taste	D
And yet in truth from such a polish'd mind	O2
All base ideas must resistance find	O2
And sordid pictures from the fancy pass	C2
As the breath startles from the polish'd glass	C2
'Here you enjoy a sweet romantic scene	N
Without so pleasant and within so clean	N
These twining jess'mines what delicious gloom	P2
And soothing fragrance yield they to the room	P2
What lovely garden there you oft retire	Z
And tales of woe and tenderness admire	Z
In that neat case your books in order placed	D
Soothe the full soul and charm the cultur'd taste	D
And thus while all about you wears a charm	L2
How must you scorn the Farmer and the Farm '	-
The Widow smiled and 'Know you not ' said she	C2
'How much these farmers scorn or pity me	C2
Who see what you admire and laugh at all they see	C2
True their opinion alters not my fate	G
By falsely judging of an humble state	G
This garden you with such delight behold	Q2
Tempts not a feeble dame who dreads the cold	Q2
These plants which please so well your livelier	Z
	-
sense	C2
To mine but little of their sweets dispense	C2
Books soon are painful to my failing sight	R2
And oftener read from duty than delight	R2
Yet let me own that I can sometimes find	O2
Both joy and duty in the act combined	O2
But view me rightly you will see no more	Z
Than a poor female willing to be poor	Z
Happy indeed but not in books nor flowers	C2
Not in fair dreams indulged in earlier hours	C2
Of never tasted joys such visions shun	A2
My youthful friend nor scorn the Farmer's Son '	-
'Nay ' said the Damsel nothing pleased to see	C2
A friend's advice could like a Father's be	C2
'Bless'd in your cottage you must surely smile	S2
At those who live in our detested style	S2
To my Lucinda's sympathising heart	T2
Could I my prospects and my griefs impart	T2
She would console me but I dare not show	U2
Ills that would wound her tender soul to know	U2
And I confess it shocks my pride to tell	V2
The secrets of the prison where I dwell	V2
For that dear maiden would be shock'd to feel	N2
The secrets I should shudder to reveal	N2
When told her friend was by a parent ask'd	W2
'Fed you the swine ' Good heaven how I am task'd	W2
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What can you smile Ah smile not at the grief	X2
That woos your pity and demands relief '	-
'Trifles my love you take a false alarm	L2
Think I beseech you better of the Farm	L2
Duties in every state demand your care	Z
And light are those that will require it there	Z
Fix on the Youth a favouring eye and these	C2
To him pertaining or as his will please '	-
'What words ' the Lass replied 'offend my ear	Z
Try you my patience Can you be sincere	Z
And am I told a willing hand to give	J2
To a rude farmer and with rustics live	I2
Far other fate was yours some gentle youth	Y2
Admir'd your beauty and avow'd his truth	Y2
The power of love prevail'd and freely both	Z2
Gave the fond heart and pledged the binding oath	Z2
And then the rival's plot the parent's power	Z
And jealous fears drew on the happy hour	Z
Ah let not memory lose the blissful view	O
But fairly show what love has done for you '	-
'Agreed my daughter what my heart has known	W
Of Love's strange power shall be with frankness	C2
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shown	W
But let me warn you that experience finds	C2
Few of the scenes that lively hope designs '	-
'Mysterious all ' said Nancy 'you I know	U2
Have suffered much now deign the grief to show	U2
I am your friend and so prepare my heart	T2
In all your sorrows to receive a part '	-
The Widow answer'd 'I had once like you	O

George Crabbe

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