British Georgics: 'And they told me it was Worcestershire, another lie!''
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James Grahame was born on 22nd April 1765 at Whitehill House in Glasgow, the son of a lawyer.
After finishing his education at Glasgow University he moved, in 1784, to Edinburgh. Here he worked as a legal clerk before being called to the Scottish bar in 1795.
The career he really wanted was to join the clergy, a feat he only managed when he took Anglican orders at the age of 44 and became the curate first at Shipton, Gloucestershire, and then at Sedgefield, Durham.
Grahame was also a very fine poet, his best known perhaps being ‘The Sabbath’ which combines sacred and devotional verse with beautiful descriptions of the Scottish scenery.
His other works include the dramatic poem, ‘Mary Queen of Scots’ (1801), ‘British Georgics’ (1804), ‘The Birds of Scotland’ (1806), and ‘Poems on the Abolition of the Slave Trade’ in a volume he wrote with Elizabeth Benger and James Montgomery (1809)
Suffering from oppressive asthma and violent headaches, he travelled, for a change of air, to Glasgow. Two days later on 14th September 1811 the Rev. James Grahame died at Whitehill House, Glasgow.
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British Georgics - James Grahame
British Georgics by James Grahame
James Grahame was born on 22nd April 1765 at Whitehill House in Glasgow, the son of a lawyer.
After finishing his education at Glasgow University he moved, in 1784, to Edinburgh. Here he worked as a legal clerk before being called to the Scottish bar in 1795.
The career he really wanted was to join the clergy, a feat he only managed when he took Anglican orders at the age of 44 and became the curate first at Shipton, Gloucestershire, and then at Sedgefield, Durham.
Grahame was also a very fine poet, his best known perhaps being ‘The Sabbath’ which combines sacred and devotional verse with beautiful descriptions of the Scottish scenery.
His other works include the dramatic poem, ‘Mary Queen of Scots’ (1801), ‘British Georgics’ (1804), ‘The Birds of Scotland’ (1806), and ‘Poems on the Abolition of the Slave Trade’ in a volume he wrote with Elizabeth Benger and James Montgomery (1809)
Suffering from oppressive asthma and violent headaches, he travelled, for a change of air, to Glasgow. Two days later on 14th September 1811 the Rev. James Grahame died at Whitehill House, Glasgow.
Index of Poems
British Georgics - January
British Georgics - February
British Georgics - March
British Georgics - April
British Georgics - May
British Georgics - June
British Georgics - July
British Georgics - August
British Georgics - September
British Georgics - October
British Georgics - November
British Georgics - December
British Georgics. January by James Grahame
The labours of the plough, the various toils
That, still returning with the changeful year,
Demand the husbandman’s and cottar’s care;
The joys and troubles of the peasant’s life;
His days and nights of festive mirth, that serve,
Though few, yet long foreseen, remembered long,
To lighten every task; his rural sports
Afield, at home; the fickle season’s signs;
The varying face of nature, wood, and stream,
And sky, and fruitful field, — these now I sing.
The wintry sun shoots forth a feeble glimpse,
Then yields his short-lived empire to the night.
Hail, Night! pavilioned ‘neath the rayless cope,
I love thy solemn state, profoundly dark;
Thy sable pall; thy lurid throne of clouds,
Viewless save by the lightning’s flash; thy crown,
That boasts no starry gem; thy various voice,
That to the heart, with eloquence divine,
Now in soft whispers, now in thunder speaks.
Not undelightful is thy reign to him
Who wakeful gilds, with reveries bright, thy gloom,
Or listens to the music of the storm,
And meditates on Him who sways its course:
Thy solemn state I love, yet joyful greet
The long-expected dawn’s ambiguous light,
That faintly pencils out the horizon’s verge.
Long ere the lingering dawn of that blithe morn
Which ushers in the year, the roosting cock,
Flapping his wings, repeats his larum shrill;
But on that morn no busy flail obeys
His rousing call; no sounds but sounds of joy
Salute the year,– the first-foot’s entering step,
That sudden on the floor is welcome heard,
Ere blushing maids have braided up their hair;
The laugh, the hearty kiss, the good new year
Pronounced with honest warmth. In village, grange,
And burrow town, the steaming flaggon, borne
From house to house, elates the poor man’s heart,
And makes him feel that life has still its joys.
The aged and the young, man, woman, child,
Unite in social glee; even stranger dogs,
Meeting with bristling back, soon lay aside
Their snarling aspect, and in sportive chace,
Excursive scour, or wallow in the snow.
With sober cheerfulness, the grandam eyes
Her offspring round her, all in health and peace;
And, thankful that she’s spared to see this day
Return once more, breathes low a secret prayer,
That God would shed a blessing on their heads.
Thus morning passes, till far south, the sun
Shines dimly through the drift, and warning gives,
That all the day must not be idly spent.
Some works brook not delay; the stake, the stall,
And fold, at this rough season, most demand
Assiduous care; the sheep-rack must be filled
With liberal arms, and, from the turnip field,
A plenteous load should spread the boulted snow;
While winters, by hedge or bush that cowr,
Expect their wonted sheaf.
Throughout this month
Much it imports your fences to survey;
For oft the heifers, tempted by the view
Of some green spot, where springs ooze out, and thaw
The falling flakes as fast as they alight,
Bound o’er the hedge; or at neglected gaps
Burst scrambling through, and widen every breach.
A stake put timely in, or whinny bush,
Until the season come when living plants
May fill the vacant space, much harm prevents.
Some husbandmen deem fences only formed
To guard their fields from trespass of their own
Or neighbours’ herd or flock; and lightly prize
The benefits immense which shelter brings.
Mark how, within the shelter of a hedge,
The daisy, long ere winter quits the plain,
Opens its yellow bosom to the sun.
A hedge full grown, if with a hedge-row joined,
Or circling, belt, the climate of your field
Improves, transmutes from bleak and shivering cold
To genial warmth: no graduated scale
Is needed to demonstrate this plain truth,
Obvious as true; for there a vivid green
Tinges your early sward, there lingers long
When winter winds have blanched the neighbouring lea.
Some fences tend but little to abate
The biting cold;– the wall, unless around
A narrow field, or raised of towering height,
But small degree of sheltering warmth affords.
It is by artificial calm that fields
Are warmed; and walls but slightly check
The sweeping blast. The liquid air is ruled
By laws analagous to those which sway
The watery element:– See how a stream
Surmounts obstructing rocks, or crossing dams,
Seeming as if resistance gave new force;
But, if obstructed by a fallen tree,
Or dipping branch, smoothly it glides along
In gentler course, and dimples as it flows;
So through the pervious check of spray and twig,
The blast, impeded in its course, not turned,
Slackens its boisterous speed, and sighs along the vale.
Whoe’er delights in sheltered winter walks,
Or garden well protected from the blight
Of nipping winds, should cultivate the beech.
Quickly it grows, and through the year retains
Its foliage: withered though it be, yet warm,
Its very rustle warms the wint’ry blast.
List not to him, who says that sheltered fields
Suffer from lack of air; that corn once lodged
Is lost, if not exposed to every breeze.
True wisdom oft consists but in a choice
Of ills; and, if sometimes luxuriant crops
Are injured by an atmosphere confined,
Far oftener are they in their early stage
Protected thus from pelting rains, which else
Lay bare the roots, and save, I ween, all risque
Of growth luxuriant, or of prostrate stalks.
Now broadened, blinding flakes, by day, by night,
In thickening showers descend, and oft, ere morn,
The crow of chanticleer, obtusely heard,
Announces that a deeper fall has thatched
His chinky roof; the doors are half blocked up;
From house to barn the path deep buried lies;
And, nigh waist-deep sinking, the threshers