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An' Squoire 'ull be sa mad an' all — a'
(1870) A mowt 'a taäen owd Joänes, as 'ant not a
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they aäpoth o' sense;
canters awaäy? Or a mowt a' taäen young Robins Proputty, proputty, proputty — that's what niver mended a fence:
I 'ears 'em saäy. But Godamoighty a moost taäke meä, an' | Proputty, proputty, proputty Sam, thou's taäke ma now,
an ass for thy païns: Wi' aäf the cows to cauve, an' Thurnaby Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs, nor in hoälms to plow!
all thy braïns.
Looök 'ow quoloty smoiles when they seeäs
ma a passin' boy, Says to thessèn, naw doubt, "What a man
a beä, sewer-loy!” Fur they knaws what I beän to Squoire
sin' fust a coom'd to the 'All: I done moy duty by Squoire an' I done moy
duty boy hall.
Woä - theer's a craw to pluck wi' tha,
Sam: yon 's parson's 'ouse -
eäther a man or a mouse?
twenty to weeäk. Proputty, proputty — woä, then, woä: let
ma 'ear mysèn speäk.
Squoire 's i' Lunnon; an' summun, I Me an' thy muther, Sammy, 'as beän reckons, 'ull 'a to wroite;
a-talkin' o' thee: For whoä 's to howd the lond ater meä, - Thou's beän talkin' to muther, an' she thot muddles ma quoit:
beän a-tellin' it me. Sartin-sewer I beä thot a weänt niver give Thou'll not marry
thou's it to Joänes;
sweet upo' parson's lass: Naw, nor a moänt to Robins a niver Noä, thou'll marry for luvy — an' rembles the stoäns.
boäth on us thinks tha an ass.
An' I went wheer munny war; an’thy Proputty, proputty's, ivrything 'ere; an', muther coom to 'and,
Sammy, I'm blest Wi' lots o' munny laaïd by, an' a nicetish If it isn't the saäme oop yonder, fur bit o' land.
them as 'as it's the best. Maäybe she warn't a beauty — I niver giv it a thowt
Tis'n them as 'as munny as breäks into But warn't she as good to cuddle an' kiss 'ouses an' steäls,
45 as a lass as 'ant nowt?
Them as 'as coäts to their backs, an' taäkes
their regular meäls. Parson's lass 'ant nowt, an' she weänt 'a Noä, but it's them as niver knaws wheer a nowt when 'e 's dead,
meäls to be 'ad: Mun be a guvness, lad, or summut, and Taäke my word for it, Sammy, the poor in addle her bread.
a loomp is bad. Why? Fur 'e 's nobbut a curate, an' weänt niver get hissèn clear;
Them or thir feythers, tha sees, mun 'a An' 'e maade the bed as 'e ligs on, afoor 'e beän a laäzy lot; coomed to the shere.
Fur work mun 'a gone to the gittin', whin
iver munny was got. An' thin 'e coomed to the parish wi' lots o’ Feyther 'ad ammost nowt; leastways, 'is Varsity debt,
munny was 'id. Stook to his taaïl, they did; an''e 'ant got But 'e tued an' moiled. issèn dead, an' 'e shut on 'em yet.
died a good un, 'e did. An' 'e ligs on 'is back i’ the grip, wi' noän to lend 'im a shuvv,
Looök thou theer wheer Wrigglesby beck Woorse nor a far-weltered yowe: fur,
cooms out by the 'ill! Sammy, 'e married fur luvv.
Feyther run oop to the farm, an' I runs
oop to the mill; Luvv? What's luvy? Thou can luvv thy An' i'll run oop to the brig, an' that thou'll lass an' 'er munny too,
55 Maäkin' 'em goä togither, as they've good And if thou marries a good un, I'll leave right to do.
the land to thee. Couldn I luvv thy muther by cause o' 'er munny laäid by ?
Thim's my noätions, Sammy, wheerby I Naäy — fur I luvved 'er a vast sight moor
means to stick; fur it: reason why.
But if thou marries a bad un, I'll leave the
land to Dick. Ay, an' thy muther says thou wants to
oop, proputty, proputty — that's marry the lass,
what I 'ears 'im saäy Cooms of a gentleman burn: an' we boäth on us thinks tha an ass —
Proputty, proputty, proputty — canter an' Woä then, proputty, wiltha ?
canter awaäy. near as mays nowt Woä then, wiltha ? dangtha! — the bees is
WAGES as fell as owt.
(1868) Breäk me a bit 'o the esh for his 'eäd, lad, Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of out o' the fence!
song, Gentleman burn! What's gentleman burn? Paid with a voice flying by to be lost on Is it shillins an’ pence?
an endless sea!
live to see;
an ass as
The wages of sin is death: if the wages of
Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the
life of the worm and the Ay? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet
seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in
a summer sky: Give her the wages of going on, and not to
And the ear of man cannot hear, and the
eye of man cannot see; But if we could see and hear, this Vision
were it not He?
THE HIGHER PANTHEISM
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the
hills and the plains, Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him
who reigns ?
ENGLAND AND AMERICA IN 1782
To rule by land and sea,
Who wrenched their rights from thee! 5 What wonder if in noble heat
Those men thine arms withstood, Retaught the lesson thou hadst taught, And in thy spirit with thee fought,
Who sprang from English blood!
Lift up thy rocky face,
The seas that shock thy base!
The growing world assume, Thy work is thine — the single note From that deep chord which Hampden
smote Will vibrate to the doom.
Is not the Vision He, though He be not
that which He seems? Dreams are true while they last, and do
we not live in dreams?
Dark is the world to thee: thyself are the
reason why, For is He not all but that which has power
to feel “I am I”?
Glory about thee, without thee; and thou
fulfillest thy doom Making Him broken gleams and a stified
splendor and gloom.
THE VOICE AND THE PEAK
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and
Spirit with Spirit can meet Closer is He than breathing, and nearer
than hands and feet.
The voice and the Peak,
Far over summit and lawn: The lone glow, and long roar Green-rushing from the rosy thrones of