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


'When Home We Return' (c.1790) l. 7

Susanna Blamire Quotes

Should we miss but a tree where we used to be playing, Or find the wood cut where we sauntered a-Maying,— If the yew-seat's away, or the ivy's...

Should we miss but a tree where we used to be playing, Or find the wood cut where we sauntered a-Maying,— If the yew-seat's away, or the ivy's...

Should we miss but a tree where we used to be playing, Or find the wood cut where we sauntered a-Maying,— If the yew-seat's away, or the ivy's...

Should we miss but a tree where we used to be playing, Or find the wood cut where we sauntered a-Maying,— If the yew-seat's away, or the ivy's...