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John Keats - Teignmouth: "Some Doggerel," Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon
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I.
Here all the summer could I stay,
    For there`s Bishop`s teign
    And King`s teign
And Coomb at the clear Teign head--
    Where close by the stream
    You may have your cream
All spread upon barley bread.

II.
    There`s Arch Brook
    And there`s Larch Brook
Both turning many a mill,
    And cooling the drouth
    Of the salmon`s mouth
And fattening his silver gill.

III.
    There is Wild wood,
    A Mild hood
To the sheep on the lea o` the down,
    Where the golden furze,
    With its green, thin spurs,
Doth catch at the maiden`s gown.

IV.
    There is Newton Marsh
    With its spear grass harsh--
A pleasant summer level
    Where the maidens sweet
    Of the Market Street
Do meet in the dusk to revel.

V.
    There`s the Barton rich
    With dyke and ditch
And hedge for the thrush to live in,
    And the hollow tree
    For the buzzing bee
And a bank for the wasp to hive in.

VI.
    And O, and O
    The daisies blow
And the primroses are waken`d,
    And violets white
    Sit in silver plight,
And the green bud`s as long as the spike end.

VII.
    Then who would go
    Into dark Soho,
And chatter with dack`d-hair`d critics,
    When he can stay
    For the new-mown hay,
And startle the dappled Prickets?
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