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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431467" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bride in the Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Parody on Rowe's Ballad, "Despairing beside a clear stream," &c.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>By the side of a half-rotten wood <br>Melantha sat silently down, <br>Convinc'd that her scheme was not good, <br>And vex'd to be absent from Town. <br>Whilst pitied by no living soul, <br>To herself she was forc'd to reply, <br>And the sparrow, as grave as an owl, <br>Sat list'ning and pecking hard by. <br>"Alas! silly maid that I was!" <br>Thus sadly complaining, she cried; <br>"When first I forsook that dear place, <br>'T had been better by far I had died! <br>How gaily I pass'd the long days, <br>In a round of continual delights; <br>Park, visits, assemblies, and plays, <br>And a dance to enliven the nights. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"How simple was I to believe <br>Delusive poetical dreams! <br>Or the flattering landscapes they give <br>Of meadows and murmuring streams. <br>Bleak mountains, and cold starving rocks, <br>Are the wretched result of my pains; <br>The swains greater brutes than their flocks, <br>The nymphs as polite as the swains. <br>"What though I have got my dear Phil; <br>I see him all night and all day; <br>I find I must not have my will, <br>And I've cursedly sworn to obey! <br>Fond damsel, thy power is lost, <br>As now I experience too late! <br>Whatever a lover may boast, <br>A husband is what one may hate! <br>"And thou, my old woman, so dear, <br>My all that is left of relief, <br>Whatever I suffer, forbear -- <br>Forbear to dissuade me from grief: <br>'Tis in vain, as you say, to repine <br>At ills which cannot be redress'd; <br>But, in sorrows so poignant as mine, <br>To be patient, alas! is a jest. <br>"If, further to soothe my distress, <br>Your tender compassion is led, <br>Come hither and help to undress, <br>And decently put me to bed. <br>The last humble solace I wait, <br>Would Heav'n but indulge me the boon, <br>May some dream, less unkind than my fate, <br>In a vision transport me to Town. <br>"Clarissa, meantime, weds a beau, <br>Who decks her in golden array: <br>She's the finest at ev'ry fine show, <br>And flaunts it at Park and at Play: <br>Whilst I am here left in the lurch, <br>Forgot and secluded from view; <br>Unless when some bumpkin at church <br>Stares wistfully over the pew."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lady+Mary+Wortley+Montagu">Lady Mary Wortley Montagu</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431467" data-title="The Bride in the Country de Lady Mary Wortley Montagu" data-description="A Parody on Rowe's Ballad, "Despairing beside a clear stream," &c. By the side of a half-rotten wood Melantha sat silently down, Convinc'd that her scheme was not good, And vex'd to be absent from Town. Whilst pitied by no living s..."></div> </div> </div>
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