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And, swelling with disdain,
To prove her right to reign.
A fair imperial flower;
The sceptre of her power.
This civil bickering and debate
And flew to save, ere yet too late,
Yours is, she said, the nobler hue,
And yours the statelier mien; And, till a third surpasses you,
Let each be deemed a queen.
The fairest British fair:
They reign united there.
THE POPLAR FIELD.
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade,
Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view
The blackbird has fled to another retreat,
My fugitive years are all hasting away,
And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,
With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,
Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
"Tis a sight to engage me, if any thing can,
* Mr. Cowper afterwards altered this last stanza in the following manner :—
SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE
John Gilpin was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
Though wedded we have been
No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day,
And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton
All in a chaise and pair.
The change both my heart and my fancy employs, I reflect on the frailty of man, and his joys; Short-lived as we are, yet our pleasures, we see, Have a still, shorter date, and die sooner than we. My sister, and my sister's child,
Myself and children three,
On horseback after we.
He soon replied, I do admire
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linen-draper bold,
As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender
Will lend his horse to go.
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said;
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear.
John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;
O'erjoyed was he to find
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allowed
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayedj
Six precious souls, and all agog
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were never folk so glad,
As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's side
Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;
For saddle-tree scarce reached had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,
Would trouble him much more.
'Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind,
"The wine is left behind!"
Good lack! quoth he—yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,
When I do exercise.