Wild Flowers

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Title: Wild Flowers
Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry
Author: Robert Bloomfield
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WILD FLOWERS
OR,
PASTORAL AND LOCAL POETRY.
By ROBERT BLOOMFIELD
Author of "The Farmer's Boy" and
"Rural Tales".
LONDON:
Printed for Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe, Poultry;
and
Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster-Row.
1806.
WRIGHT, Printer, No. 32, St. John's Square, Clerkenwall.
PREFACE
A man of the first eminence, in whose day (fortunately perhaps for me)
I was not destined to appear before the public, or to abide the
Herculean crab-tree of his criticism, Dr. Johnson, has said, in his
preface to Shakspeare, that--"Nothing can please many, and please long,
but just representations of general nature." My representations of nature,
whatever may be said of their justness_, are not _general, unless we
admit, what I suspect to be the case, that nature in a village is very
much like nature every where else. It will be observed that all my
pictures are from humble life, and most of my heroines servant maids.
Such I would have them: being fully persuaded that, in no other way
would my endeavours, either to please or to instruct, have an equal
chance of success.

The path I have thus taken, from necessity, as well as from choice, is
well understood and approved by hundreds, who are capable of ranging
in the higher walks of literature.--But with due deference to their
superior claim, I confess, that no recompense has been half so grateful
or half so agreeable to me as female approbation. To be readily and
generally understood, to have my simple Tales almost instinctively
relished by those who have so decided an influence over the lives,
hearts, and manners of us all, is the utmost stretch of my ambition.
I here venture, before the public eye, a selection from the various
pieces which have been the source of much pleasure, and the solace of
my leisure hours during the last four years, and since the publication of
the "Rural Tales." Perhaps, in some of them, more of mirth is
intermingled than many who know me would expect, or than the severe
will be inclined to approve. But surely what I can say, or can be
expected to say, on subjects of country life, would gain little by the
seriousness of a preacher, or by exhibiting fallacious representations of
what has long been termed _Rural Innocence_.
The Poem of "Good Tidings" is partially known to the world, but, as it
was originally intended to assume its present appearance and size, I
have gladly availed myself of an endeavour to improve it; and, from its
present extended circulation, I trust it will be new to thousands.
I anticipate some approbation from such readers as have been pleased
with the "Rural Tales;" yet, though I will not falsify my own feelings
by assuming a diffidence which I do not conceive to be either manly or
becoming, the conviction that some reputation is hazarded in "a third
attempt," is impressed deeply on my mind.
With such sentiments, and with a lively sense of the high honour, and a
hope of the bright recompence, of applause from the good, when
heightened by the self-approving voice of my own conscience, I
commit the book to its fate.
ROBERT BLOOMFIELD.
DEDICATION.

TO MY ONLY SON.
MY DEAR BOY,
In thus addressing myself to you, and in expressing my regard for your
person, my anxiety for your health, and my devotion to your welfare, I
enjoy an advantage over those dedicators who indulge in adulation;--I
shall at least be believed.
Should you arrive at that period when reason shall be mature, and
affection