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'DESCRIBE the Borough' though our idle tribe	A
May love description can we so describe	A
That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace	B
And all that gives distinction to a place	B
This cannot be yet moved by your request	C
A part I paint let Fancy form the rest	C
Cities and towns the various haunts of men	D
Require the pencil they defy the pen	D
Could he who sang so well the Grecian fleet	E
So well have sung of alley lane or street	E
Can measured lines these various buildings show	F
The Town Hall Turning or the Prospect Row	F
Can I the seats of wealth and want explore	G
And lengthen out my lays from door to door	G
Then let thy Fancy aid me I repair	H
From this tall mansion of our last year's Mayor	I
Till we the outskirts of the Borough reach	J
And these half buried buildings next the beach	J
Where hang at open doors the net and cork	K
While squalid sea dames mend the meshy work	L
Till comes the hour when fishing through the tide	M
The weary husband throws his freight aside	M
A living mass which now demands the wife	N
Th' alternate labours of their humble life	N
Can scenes like these withdraw thee from thy wood	O
Thy upland forest or thy valley's flood	P
Seek then thy garden's shrubby bound and look	Q
As it steals by upon the bordering brook	Q
That winding streamlet limpid lingering slow	F
Where the reeds whisper when the zephyrs blow	F
Where in the midst upon a throne of green	R
Sits the large Lily as the water's queen	R
And makes the current forced awhile to stay	S
Murmur and bubble as it shoots away	S
Draw then the strongest contrast to that stream	T
And our broad river will before thee seem	T
With ceaseless motion comes and goes the tide	M
Flowing it fills the channel vast and wide	M
Then back to sea with strong majestic sweep	U
It rolls in ebb yet terrible and deep	U
Here Samphire banks and Saltwort bound the flood	P
There stakes and sea weeds withering on the mud	P
And higher up a ridge of all things base	B
Which some strong tide has roll'd upon the place	B
Thy gentle river boasts its pigmy boat	V
Urged on by pains half grounded half afloat	V
While at her stern an angler takes his stand	W
And marks the fish he purposes to land	W
From that clear space where in the cheerful ray	S
Of the warm sun the scaly people play	S
Far other craft our prouder river shows	X
Hoys pinks and sloops brigs brigantines and snows	X
Nor angler we on our wide stream descry	S
But one poor dredger where his oysters lie	Y
He cold and wet and driving with the tide	M
Beats his weak arms against his tarry side	M
Then drains the remnant of diluted gin	Z
To aid the warmth that languishes within	Z
Renewing oft his poor attempts to beat	E
His tingling fingers into gathering heat	E
He shall again be seen when evening comes	A2
And social parties crowd their favourite rooms	B2
Where on the table pipes and papers lie	Y
The steaming bowl or foaming tankard by	Y
'Tis then with all these comforts spread around	C2
They hear the painful dredger's welcome sound	C2
And few themselves the savoury boon deny	Y
The food that feeds the living luxury	S
Yon is our Quay those smaller hoys from town	D2
Its various ware for country use bring down	D2
Those laden waggons in return impart	E2
The country produce to the city mart	E2
Hark to the clamour in that miry road	F2
Bounded and narrow'd by yon vessel's load	F2
The lumbering wealth she empties round the place	B
Package and parcel hogshead chest and case	B
While the loud seaman and the angry hind	G2
Mingling in business bellow to the wind	G2
Near these a crew amphibious in the docks	H2
Rear for the sea those castles on the stocks	H2
See the long keel which soon the waves must hide	M
See the strong ribs which form the roomy side	M
Bolts yielding slowly to the sturdiest stroke	I2
And planks which curve and crackle in the smoke	I2
Around the whole rise cloudy wreaths and far	S
Bear the warm pungence of o'er boiling tar	S
Dabbling on shore half naked sea boys crowd	J2
Swim round a ship or swing upon the shroud	J2
Or in a boat purloin'd with paddles play	S
And grow familiar with the watery way	S
Young though they be they feel whose sons they are	S
They know what British seamen do and dare	S
Proud of that fame they raise and they enjoy	K2
The rustic wonder of the village boy	K2
Before you bid these busy scenes adieu	L2
Behold the wealth that lies in public view	L2
Those far extended heaps of coal and coke	I2
Where fresh fill'd lime kilns breathe their stifling smoke	I2
This shall pass off and you behold instead	M2
The night fire gleaming on its chalky bed	M2
When from the Lighthouse brighter beams will rise	N2
To show the shipman where the shallow lies	N2
Thy walks are ever pleasant every scene	R
Is rich in beauty lively or serene	R
Rich is that varied view with woods around	C2
Seen from the seat within the shrubb'ry bound	C2
Where shines the distant lake and where appear	S
From ruins bolting unmolested deer	S
Lively the village green the inn the place	B
Where the good widow schools her infant race	B
Shops whence are heard the hammer and the saw	O2
And village pleasures unreproved by law	O2
Then how serene when in your favourite room	P2
Gales from your jasmines soothe the evening gloom	P2
When from your upland paddock you look down	D2
And just perceive the smoke which hides the town	D2
When weary peasants at the close of day	S
Walk to their cots and part upon the way	S
When cattle slowly cross the shallow brook	Q
And shepherds pen their folds and rest upon their crook	Q
We prune our hedges prime our slender trees	Q2
And nothing looks untutor'd and at ease	Q2
On the wide heath or in the flowery vale	R2
We scent the vapours of the sea born gale	R2
Broad beaten paths lead on from stile to stile	S2
And sewers from streets the road side banks defile	S2
Our guarded fields a sense of danger show	F
Where garden crops with corn and clover grow	F
Fences are form'd of wreck and placed around	C2
With tenters tipp'd a strong repulsive bound	C2
Wide and deep ditches by the gardens run	T2
And there in ambush lie the trap and gun	T2
Or yon broad board which guards each tempting prize	N2
'Like a tall bully lifts its head and lies '	U2
There stands a cottage with an open door	S
Its garden undefended blooms before	S
Her wheel is still and overturn'd her stool	S2
While the lone Widow seeks the neighb'ring pool	S2
This gives us hope all views of town to shun	T2
No here are tokens of the Sailor son	T2
That old blue jacket and that shirt of check	V2
And silken kerchief for the seaman's neck	V2
Sea spoils and shells from many a distant shore	S
And furry robe from frozen Labrador	S
Our busy streets and sylvan walks between	R
Fen marshes bog and heath all intervene	R
Here pits of crag with spongy plashy base	B
To some enrich th' uncultivated space	B
For there are blossoms rare and curious rush	W2
The gale's rich balm and sun dew's crimson blush	W2
Whose velvet leaf with radiant beauty dress'd	C
Forms a gay pillow for the plover's breast	C
Not distant far a house commodious made	X2
Lonely yet public stands for Sunday trade	X2
Thither for this day free gay parties go	F
Their tea house walk their tippling rendezvous	L2
There humble couples sit in corner bowers	Y2
Or gaily ramble for th' allotted hours	Y2
Sailors and lasses from the town attend	Z2
The servant lover the apprentice friend	Z2
With all the idle social tribes who seek	A3
And find their humble pleasures once a week	A3
Turn to the watery world but who to thee	S
A wonder yet unview'd shall paint the Sea	S
Various and vast sublime in all its forms	B3
When lull'd by zephyrs or when roused by storms	B3
Its colours changing when from clouds and sun	T2
Shades after shades upon the surface run	T2
Embrown'd and horrid now and now serene	R
In limpid blue and evanescent green	R
And oft the foggy banks on ocean lie	S2
Lift the fair sail and cheat th' experienced eye	S2
Be it the summer noon a sandy space	B
The ebbing tide has left upon its place	B
Then just the hot and stony beach above	C3
Light twinkling stre	S

George Crabbe

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