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Mary Darby Robinson - The Camp
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Tents, marquees, and baggage waggons;
Suttling-houses, beer in flagons;
Drums and trumpets, singing, firing;
Girls seducing, beaux admiring;
Country lasses gay and smiling,
City lads their hearts beguiling;
Dusty roads, and horses frisky,
Many an Eton Boy in whisky;
Tax`d carts full of farmers` daughters;
Brutes condemn`d, and man who slaughters!
Public-houses, booths, and castles,
Belles of fashion, serving vassals;
Lordly gen`rals fiercely staring,
Weary soldiers, sighing, swearing!
Petit-maitres always dressing,
In the glass themselves caressing;
Perfum`d, painted, patch`d, and blooming
Ladies—manly airs assuming!
Dowagers of fifty, simp`ring,
Misses for their lovers whimp`ring;
Husbands drill`d to household tameness;
Dames heart sick of wedded sameness.
Princes setting girls a-madding,
Wives for ever fond of gadding;
Princesses with lovely faces,
Beauteous children of the Graces!
Britain`s pride and virtue`s treasure,
Fair and gracious beyond measure!
Aid-de-camps and youthful pages,
Prudes and vestals of all ages!
Old coquets and matrons surly,
Sounds of distant hurly-burly!
Mingled voices, uncouth singing,
Carts full laden, forage bringing;
Sociables and horses weary,
Houses warm, and dresses airy;
Loads of fatten`d poultry; pleasure
Serv`d (to nobles) without measure;
Doxies, who the waggons follow;
Beer, for thirsty hinds to swallow;
Washerwomen, fruit-girls cheerful,
Ancient ladies—chaste and fearful!! 
Tradesmen, leaving shops, and seeming 
More of war than profit dreaming; 
Martial sounds and braying asses, 
Noise, that ev`ry noise surpasses! 
All confusion, din, and riot, 
Nothing clean—and nothing quiet.
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