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Argument	A
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There are found amid the Evils of a Laborious Life some Views of Tranquillity and Happiness The Repose and Pleasure of a Summer Sabbath interrupted by Intoxication and Dispute Village Detraction Complaints of the Squire The Evening Riots Justice Reasons for this unpleasant View of Rustic Life the Effect it should have upon the Lower Classes and the Higher These last have their peculiar Distresses Exemplified in the Life and heroic Death of Lord Robert Manners Concluding Address to his Grace the Duke of Rutland	B
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NO longer truth though shown in verse disdain	C
But own the village life a life of pain	C
I too must yield that oft amid these woes	D
Are gleams of transient mirth and hours of sweet repose	D
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Such as you find on yonder sportive Green	E
The 'Squire's tall gate and churchway walk between	E
Where loitering stray a little tribe of friends	F
On a fair Sunday when the sermon ends	F
Then rural beaux their best attire put on	G
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To win their nymphs as other nymphs are won	H
While those long wed go plain and by degrees	I
Like other husbands quit their care to please	I
Some of the sermon talk a sober crowd	J
And loudly praise if it were preach'd aloud	J
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Some on the labours of the week look round	K
Feel their own worth and think their toil renown'd	K
While some whose hopes to no renown extend	L
Are only pleas'd to find their labours end	L
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Thus as their hours glide on with pleasure fraught	M
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Their careful masters brood the painful thought	M
Much in their mind they murmur and lament	N
That one fair day should be so idly spent	N
And think that Heaven deals hard to tythe their store	O
And tax their time for preachers and the poor	P
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Yet still ye humbler friends enjoy your hour	Q
This is your portion yet unclaim'd of power	Q
This is Heaven's gift to weary men opprest	N
And seems the type of their expected rest	N
But yours alas are joys that soon decay	R
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Frail joys begun and ended with the day	R
Or yet while day permits those joys to reign	C
The village vices drive them from the plain	C
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See the stout churl in drunken fury great	N
Strike the bare bosom of his teeming mate	N
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His naked vices rude and unrefin'd	N
Exert their open empire o'er the mind	N
But can we less the senseless rage despise	S
Because the savage acts without disguise	S
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Yet here Disguise the city's vice is seen	E
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And Slander steals along and taints the Green	E
At her approach domestic peace is gone	T
Domestic broils at her approach come on	G
She to the wife the husband's crime conveys	U
She tells the husband when his consort strays	U
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Her busy tongue through all the little state	N
Diffuses doubt suspicion and debate	N
Peace tim'rous goddess quits her old domain	C
In sentiment and song content to reign	C
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Nor are the nymphs that breathe the rural air	V
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So fair as Cynthia's nor so chaste as fair	V
These to the town afford each fresher face	W
And the Clown's trull receives the Peer's embrace	W
From whom should chance again convey her down	X
The Peer's disease in turn attacks the Clown	X
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Hear too the 'Squire or 'squire like farmer talk	Y
How round their regions nightly pilferers walk	Y
How from their ponds the fish are borne and all	Z
The rip'ning treasures from their lofty wall	Z
How meaner rivals in their sports delight	N
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Just rich enough to claim a doubtful right	N
Who take a licence round their fields to stray	R
A mongrel race the Poachers of the day	R
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And hark the riots of the Green begin	A2
That sprang at first from yonder noisy inn	A2
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What time the weekly pay was vanish'd all	Z
And the slow hostess scor'd the threat'ning wall	Z
What time they ask'd their friendly feast to close	B2
A final cup and that will make them foes	D
When blows ensue that break the arm of Toil	C2
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And rustic battle ends the boobies' broil	C2
Save when to yonder hall they bend their way	R
Where the grave Justice ends the grievous fray	R
He who recites to keep the poor in awe	D2
The law's vast volume for he knows the law	E2
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To him with anger or with shame repair	V
The injur'd peasant and deluded fair	V
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Lo at his throne the silent nymph appears	F2
Frail by her shape but modest in her tears	G2
And while she stands abash'd with conscious eye	H2
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Some favourite female of her judge glides by	H2
Who views with scornful glance the strumpet's fate	N
And thanks the stars that made her keeper great	N
Near her the swain about to bear for life	I2
One certain evil doubts 'twixt war and wife	I2
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But while the faultering damsel takes her oath	J2
Consents to wed and so secures them both	J2
Yet why you ask these humble crimes relate	N
Why make the poor as guilty as the great	N
To show the great those mightier sons of Pride	N
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How near in vice the lowest are allied	N
Such are their natures and their passions such	K2
But these disguise too little those too much	K2
So shall the man of power and pleasure see	L2
In his own slave as vile a wretch as he	L2
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In his luxurious lord the servant find	N
His own low pleasures and degenerate mind	N
And each in all the kindred vices trace	W
Of a poor blind bewilder'd erring race	W
Who a short time in varied fortune past	N
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Die and are equal in the dust at last	N
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And you ye poor who still lament your fate	N
Forbear to envy those you call the great	N
And know amid those blessings they possess	M2
They are like you the victims of distress	M2
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While Sloth with many a pang torments her slave	N2
Fear waits on guilt and Danger shakes the brave	N2
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Oh if in life one noble chief appears	F2
Great in his name while blooming in his years	F2
Born to enjoy whate'er delights mankind	N
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And yet to all you feel or fear resign'd	N
Who gave up joys and hopes to you unknown	O2
For pains and dangers greater than your own	O2
If such there be then let your murmurs cease	P2
Think think of him and take your lot in peace	P2
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And such there was Oh grief that checks our pride	N
Weeping we say there was for Manner's died	N
Belov'd of Heav'n these humble lines forgive	Q2
That sing of thee and thus aspire to live	R2
As the tall oak whose vigorous branches form	S2
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An ample shade and brave the wildest storm	S2
High o'er the subject wood is seen to grow	T2
The guard and glory of the trees below	T2
Till on its head the fiery bolt descends	F
And o'er the plain the shatter'd trunk extends	F
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Yet then it lies all wond'rous as before	O
And still the glory though the guard no more	O
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So Thou when every virtue every grace	W
Rose in thy soul or shone within thy face	W
When though the Son of Granby thou wert known	O2
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Less by thy father's glory than thy own	O2
When Honour lov'd and gave thee every charm	U2
Fire to thy eye and vigour to thy arm	U2
Then from our lofty hopes and longing eyes	S
Fate and thy virtues call'd thee to the skies	S
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Yet still we wonder at thy tow'ring fame	V2
And losing thee still dwell upon thy name	V2
Oh ever honour'd ever valued say	R
What verse can praise thee or what work repay	R
Yet Verse in all we can thy worth repays	U
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Nor trusts the tardy zeal of future days	U
Honours for thee thy Country shall prepare	V
Thee in their hearts the Good the Brave shall bear	V
To deeds like thine shall noblest chiefs aspire	W2
The Muse shall mourn thee and the world admire	W2
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In future times when smit with glory's charms	X2
The untry'd youth first quits a father's arms	X2
Oh be like him the weeping sire shall say	R
Like Manners walk who walk'd in honour's way	R
In danger foremost yet in death sedate	N
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Oh be like him in all things but his fate	N
If for that fate such public tears be shed	N
That victory seems to die now Thou art dead	N
How shall a friend his nearer hope resign	Y2
That friend a brother and whose soul was thine	Y2
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By what bold lines shall we his grief express	M2
Or by what soothing numbers make it less	M2
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'Tis not I know the chiming of a song	Z2
Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong	Z2
Words aptly cull'd and meanings well exprest	N
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Can calm the sorrows of a wounded breast	N