thrale & thrall family history
Hester Lynch Salusbury
1741 - 1821 (80 years)
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I wrote the following little Ode two Months after I married Piozzi on 23 July 1784, to a little Robin Redbreast who used to sing at my Window for a few Crumbs every Morning. — Mr Johnson says the Verses are very pretty, & much in Lord Lyttelton’s Style. a good one says he - for a Lady.
1Gentle Bird a Moment stayNor so soon amid the ThrongOf feather’d Folk the Woods among,Sweetly sing or wildly stray;Gentle Bird a Moment stay—Harmoniously a while to chearThe Sorrows of the drooping Year,Hoary Winter to beguile,And stretch his frost-fix’d Features to a Smile;Gentle Robin stay a while!With thy sweet thy artless Lay,Still hail the slowly-rising Day;And if Ceres’ Gifts can charm,Or Gratitude thy Bosom warm,Still to claim thy wonted Meed,At my Window still to feed,Still within my Sight to playGentle Bird a Moment stay:2While the Lark’s loud NoteTears her trembling ThroatAmbitious of Renown;While the Bullfinch borrowsHis Artificial SorrowsNo Joy, no Grief his own:While Philomel aloneTo the swiftly-gliding MoonTells her Silence-soothing Tale:Do thou to ev’ry conscious GaleThat breathes on Streatham’s verdant Vale,Of Nuptial Bliss record the Sweets,And sing of Streatham’s calm Retreats;Her long drawn Walk, her piny Grove,Where Happiness has deign’d to rove,Where Love and Peace, & Friendship join,A Wreath for Hymen’s Brows to twine;Where You like me have most Delight to proveThe Joys of rural Life—and sweet connubial Love.3Friend to Meekness, Foe to Strife!Model of Domestick Life!Let our flutt’ring Friends whose FiresWanton Spring alone inspiresDie at December’s Touch so rude,And sink at thoughts of Solitude;While with calm Content our GuestWinter to us no Fears can bring;To him whose Mind with peace is blest,Each Month is May, each Season—Spring.Though faintly glimm’ring on the SightThe Snows in ill-form’d Hillocks rise;He whose pure Conscience is as whiteSecure external Frost defies.Sweet Warbler then, still charm these Plains,Nor envy Philomela’s StrainsWhile Thyrsis first of Shepherd SwainsThy genuine Song approves:Encourag’d by his partial Praise,My weaker Voice I strive to raise,And tune for him my Sylvan LaysThrough Streatham’s vocal Groves.
Written at Streatham Park. Thraliana dated June 1777.
Verses "Robin Redbreast" by Hester Lynch Thrale
Date | Jun 1777 |
Linked to | Streatham Park, Streatham, Surrey, England; Hester Lynch Salusbury |
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