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I've left my own old home of homes	A
Green fields and every pleasant place	B
The summer like a stranger comes	C
I pause and hardly know her face	B
I miss the hazel's happy green	D
The blue bell's quiet hanging blooms	E
Where envy's sneer was never seen	D
Where staring malice never comes	C
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I miss the heath its yellow furze	C
Molehills and rabbit tracks that lead	F
Through beesom ling and teazel burrs	C
That spread a wilderness indeed	G
The woodland oaks and all below	H
That their white powdered branches shield	I
The mossy paths the very crow	H
Croaks music in my native field	I
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I sit me in my corner chair	J
That seems to feel itself from home	K
And hear bird music here and there	J
From hawthorn hedge and orchard come	L
I hear but all is strange and new	M
I sat on my old bench in June	N
The sailing puddock's shrill 'peelew'	H
On Royce Wood seemed a sweeter tune	N
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I walk adown the narrow lane	O
The nightingale is singing now	P
But like to me she seems at loss	C
For Royce Wood and its shielding bough	P
I lean upon the window sill	H
The trees and summer happy seem	Q
Green sunny green they shine but still	H
My heart goes far away to dream	Q
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Of happiness and thoughts arise	C
With home bred pictures many a one	R
Green lanes that shut out burning skies	C
And old crooked stiles to rest upon	S
Above them hangs the maple tree	T
Below grass swells a velvet hill	H
And little footpaths sweet to see	T
Go seeking sweeter places still	H
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With bye and bye a brook to cross	C
Oer which a little arch is thrown	U
No brook is here I feel the loss	C
From home and friends and all alone	U
The stone pit with its shelvy sides	C
Seemed hanging rocks in my esteem	Q
I miss the prospect far and wide	V
From Langley Bush and so I seem	Q
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Alone and in a stranger scene	D
Far far from spots my heart esteems	C
The closen with their ancient green	D
Heaths woods and pastures sunny streams	C
The hawthorns here were hung with may	W
But still they seem in deader green	D
The sun een seems to lose its way	W
Nor knows the quarter it is in	X
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I dwell in trifles like a child	Y
I feel as ill becomes a man	Z
And still my thoughts like weedlings wild	Y
Grow up to blossom where they can	Z
They turn to places known so long	A2
I feel that joy was dwelling there	J
So home fed pleasure fills the song	A2
That has no present joys to hear	B2
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I read in books for happiness	C
But books are like the sea to joy	C2
They change as well give age the glass	C
To hunt its visage when a boy	C2
For books they follow fashions new	M
And throw all old esteems away	W
In crowded streets flowers never grew	M
But many there hath died away	W
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Some sing the pomps of chivalry	T
As legends of the ancient time	D2
Where gold and pearls and mystery	T
Are shadows painted for sublime	D2
But passions of sublimity	Y
Belong to plain and simpler things	C
And David underneath a tree	T
Sought when a shepherd Salem's springs	C
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Where moss did into cushions spring	E2
Forming a seat of velvet hue	M
A small unnoticed trifling thing	E2
To all but heaven's hailing dew	M
And David's crown hath passed away	W
Yet poesy breathes his shepherd skill	H
His palace lost and to this day	W
The little moss is blossoming still	H
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Strange scenes mere shadows are to me	T
Vague impersonifying things	C
I love with my old haunts to be	T
By quiet woods and gravel springs	C
Where little pebbles wear as smooth	F2
As hermits' beads by gentle floods	C
Whose noises do my spirits soothe	F2
And warm them into singing moods	C
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Here every tree is strange to me	T
All foreign things where eer I go	H
There's none where boyhood made a swee	W
Or clambered up to rob a crow	H
No hollow tree or woodland bower	G2
Well known when joy was beating high	H2
Where beauty ran to shun a shower	G2
And love took pains to keep her dry	H2
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And laid the sheaf upon the ground	Y
To keep her from the dripping grass	C
And ran for stocks and set them round	Y
Till scarce a drop of rain could pass	C
Through where the maidens they reclined	Y
And sung sweet ballads now forgot	Y
Which brought sweet memories to the mind	Y
But here no memory knows them not	Y
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There have I sat by many a tree	T
And leaned oer many a rural stile	H
And conned my thoughts as joys to me	T
Nought heeding who might frown or smile	H
Twas nature's beauty that inspired	Y
My heart with rapture not its own	U
And she's a fame that never tires	C
How could I feel myself alone	U
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No pasture molehills used to lie	H2
And talk to me of sunny days	C
And then the glad sheep resting bye	H2
All still in ruminating praise	C
Of summer and the pleasant place	C
And every weed and blossom too	M
Was looking upward in my face	C
With friendship's welcome 'how do ye do '	-
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All tenants of an ancient place	C
And heirs of noble heritage	I2
Coeval they with Adam's race	C
And blest with more substantial age	J2
For when the world first saw the sun	R
These little flowers beheld him too	M
And when his love for earth begun	R
They were the first his smiles to woo	M
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There little lambtoe bunches springs	C
In red tinged and begolden dye	H2
For ever and like China kings	C
They come but never seem to die	H2
There may bloom with its little threads	C
Still comes upon the thorny bowers	C
And neer forgets those prickly heads	C
Like fairy pins amid the flowers	C
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And still they bloom as on the day	W
They first crowned wilderness and rock	K2
When Abel haply wreathed with may	W
The firstlings of his little flock	K2
And Eve might from the matted thorn	L2
To deck her lone and lovely brow	P
Reach that same rose that heedless scorn	L2
Misnames as the dog rosey now	P
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Give me no high flown fangled things	C
No haughty pomp in marching chime	D2
Where muses play on golden strings	C
And splendour passes for sublime	D2
Where cities stretch as far as fame	M2
And fancy's straining eye can go	H
And piled until the sky for shame	M2
Is stooping far away below	H
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I love the verse that mild and bland	Y
Breathes of green fields and open sky	H2
I love the muse that in her hand	Y
Bears flowers of native poesy	C
Who walks nor skips the pasture brook	N2
In scorn but by the drinking horse	C
Leans oer its little brig to look	N2
How far the sallows lean across	C
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And feels a rapture in her breast	Y
Upon their root fringed grains to mark	O2
A hermit morehen's sedgy nest	Y
Just like a naiad's summer bark	O2
She counts the eggs she cannot reach	P2
Admires the spot and loves it well	H
And yearns so nature's lessons teach	P2
Amid such neighbourhoods to dwell	H
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I love the muse who sits her down	Q2
Upon the molehill's little lap	R2
Who feels no fear to stain her gown	Q2
And pauses by the hedgerow gap	R2
Not with that affectation praise	C
Of song to sing and never see	C
A field flower grown in all her days	C
Or een a forest's aged tree	C
	-
Een here my simple feelings nurse	C
A love for every simple weed	Y
And een this little shepherd's purse	C
Grieves me to cut it up indeed	Y
I feel at times a love and joy	C2
For every weed and every thing	E2
A feeling kindred from a boy	C2
A feeling brought with every Spring	E2
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And why this shepherd's purse that grows	C
In this strange spot in days gone bye	H2
Grew in the little garden rows	C
Of my old home now left and I	H2
Feel what I never felt before	S2
This weed an ancient neighbour here	B2
And though I own the spot no more	S2
Its every trifle makes it dear	T2
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The ivy at the parlour end	Y
The woodbine at the garden gate	Y
Are all and each affection's friend	Y
That render parting desolate	Y
But times will change and friends must part	Y
And nature still can make amends	C
Their memory lingers round the heart	Y
Like life whose essence is its friends	C
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Time looks on pomp with vengeful mood	Y
Or killing apathy's disdain	O
So where old marble cities stood	Y
Poor persecuted weeds remain	O
She feels a love for little things	C
That very few can feel beside	Y
And still the grass eternal springs	C
Where castles stood and grandeur died	Y