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Audit aelig voces vagitus et ingens Infantunque anim aelig flentes in limine primo Virg ADVERTISEMENT	A
What particulars in Spenser were imagined most proper for the author's imitationon this occasion are his language his simplicity his manner of description and a peculiar tenderness of sentiment remarkable throughout his works	B
Ah me full sorely is my heart forlorn	C
To think how modest worth neglected lies	D
While partial fame doth with her blasts adorn	C
Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise	D
Deeds of ill sort and mischievous emprize	D
Lend me thy clarion goddess let me try	E
To sound the praise of merit ere it dies	D
Such as I oft have chaunced to espy	F
Lost in the dreary shades of dull obscurity	F
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In ev'ry village mark'd with little spire	G
Embow'r'd in trees and hardly known to fame	H
There dwells in lowly shed and mean attire	I
A matron old whom we school mistress name	H
Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame	H
They grieven sore in piteous durance pent	J
Aw'd by the pow'r of this relentless dame	H
And oft times on vagaries idly bent	J
For unkempt hair or task unconn'd are sorely shent	J
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And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree	F
Which learning near her little dome did stowe	K
Whilom a twig of small regard to see	F
Tho' now so wide its waving branches flow	K
And work the simple vassals mickle woe	K
For not a wind might curl the leaves that blew	L
But their limbs shudder'd and their pulse beat low	K
And as they look'd they found their horror grew	L
And shap'd it into rods and tingled at the view	L
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So have I seen who has not may conceive	M
A lifeless phantom near a garden plac'd	J
So doth it wanton birds of peace bereave	M
Of sport of song of pleasure of repast	J
They start they stare they wheel they look aghast	J
Sad servitude such comfortless annoy	N
May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste	J
Ne superstition clog his dance of joy	N
Ne vision empty vain his native bliss destroy	N
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Near to this dome is found a patch so green	O
On which the tribe their gambols do display	P
And at the door impris'ning board is seen	O
Lest weakly wights of smaller size should stray	P
Eager perdie to bask in sunny day	P
The noises intermix'd which thence resound	J
Do learning's little tenement betray	P
Where sits the dame disguis'd in look profound	J
And eyes her fairy throng and turns her wheel around	J
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Her cap far whiter than the driven snow	K
Emblem right meet of decency does yield	J
Her apron dy'd in grain as blue I trowe	K
As is the hare bell that adorns the field	J
And in her hand for scepter she does wield	J
Tway birchen sprays with anxious fear entwin'd	J
With dark distrust and sad repentance fill'd	J
And stedfast hate and sharp affliction join'd	J
And fury uncontroul'd and chastisement unkind	J
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Few but have kenn'd in semblance meet pourtray'd	J
The childish faces of old Eol's train	Q
Libs Notus Auster these in frowns array'd	J
How then would fare or earth or sky or main	Q
Were the stern god to give his slaves the rein	Q
And were not she rebellious breasts to quell	R
And were not she her statutes to maintain	Q
The cott no more I ween were deem'd the cell	R
Where comely peace of mind and decent order dwell	R
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A russet stole was o'er her shoulders thrown	S
A russet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air	T
'Twas simple russet but it was her own	S
'Twas her own country bred the flock so fair	T
'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare	T
And sooth to say her pupils rang'd around	J
Thro' pious awe did term it passing rare	T
For they in gaping wonderment abound	J
And think no doubt she been the greatest wight on ground	J
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Albeit ne flatt'ry did corrupt her truth	U
Ne pompous title did debauch her ear	V
Goody good woman gossip n'aunt forsooth	U
Or dame the sole additions she did hear	V
Yet these she challeng'd these she held right dear	W
Ne would esteem him act as mought behove	M
Who should not honour'd eld with these revere	W
For never title yet so mean could prove	M
But there was eke a mind which did that title love	M
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One ancient hen she took delight to feed	J
The plodding pattern of the busy dame	H
Which ever and anon impell'd by need	J
Into her school begirt with chickens came	H
Such favour did her past deportment claim	H
And if neglect had lavish'd on the ground	J
Fragment of bread she would collect the same	H
For well she knew and quaintly could expound	J
What sin it were to waste the smallest crumb she found	J
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William Shenstone

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