Susanna Blamire Quotes

Should we miss but a tree where we used to be playing, </br> Or find the wood cut where we sauntered a-Maying,— </br> If the yew-seat’s away, or the ivy’s a-wanting, </br> We hate the fine lawn and the new-fashioned planting. </br> Each thing called improvement seems blackened with crimes, </br> If it tears up one record of blissful old times.

I’ve gotten a rock, I’ve gotten a reel, </br> I’ve gotten a wee bit spinning-wheel; </br> An’ by the whirling rim I’ve found </br> How the weary, weary warl goes round.