James Bisset

James Bisset,  A Poetic Survey Round Birmingham… (1800)

“ When workmens' lamps illum'd each shop at night.
Then children carol'd songs, devoid of guile,
Responsive to the sound of forge or file.
Then Art and Science, hand in hand were found,
And Vulcan seem'd to toil on magic ground.
O sad reverse—how many rue the day,
Aince fickle fashion wrought a trade's decay?
A Fancy trade—from whence the poor deriv'd
A constant bread—and thousands daily thriv’d.
Let not the great, who now in splendor roll,
On Arts fastidious gaze, with narrow soul;
O let not Av'rice sway the nobler mind!
To works of Art and Genius be not blind
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James Bisset,  A Poetic Survey Round Birmingham… (1800)

“ It's hoary sage, withdrawn from toil and care,
Both ease and solitude possesses there;
The moss-clad turrets, ivy-clasp'd, o'er grown,
Look as if Peace had mark'd the spot her own.
On Yonder gentle slope, which shrubs adorn,
Where grew, of late, "rank weeds," gorse, ling, and thorn,
Now pendant woods, and shady groves are seen,
And nature there assumes a nobler mien.
There verdant lawns, cool grots, and peaceful bow'rs,
Luxuriant, now, are strew'd with sweetest flow'rs,
Reflected by the lake, which spreads below,
All Nature smiles around—there stands Soho!
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James Bisset,  A Poetic Survey Round Birmingham… (1800)

“ Some information of the Arts convey;
For whilst, with rapture fraught, they this explore,
And view such sights as ne'er were seen before,
Some Circumnavigators may, ere long,
Hear Birmingham extoll’d in Savage Song;
And when some progress in the Arts they've made,
Can tell who form'd the Hoe, the Axe, the Spade;
Or when their great utility they feel,
And learn the use of Iron and of Steel,
In extacy, may cry, enrapt with wonder,
'Dese English make de Guns dat roar like tunder
”
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