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MEG MERRILIES Old Meg she was a gipsy; And lived upon the moors; Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And her house was out of doors. Her apples were swart blackberries, Her currants, pods o' broom; Her wine was dew of the wild white rose, Her book a churchyard tomb. Her brothers were the craggy hills, Her sisters larchen trees; Alone with her great family She lived as she did please. No breakfast had she many a morn, No dinner many a noon, And, 'stead of supper, she would stare Full hard against the moon. But every morn, of woodbine fresh She made her garlanding, And, every night, the dark glen yew She wove, and she would sing. And with her fingers, old and brown, She plaited mats of rushes, And gave them to the cottagers She met among the bushes. Old Meg was brave as Margaret Queen, And tall as Amazon; An old red blanket cloak she wore, A chip-hat had she on : God rest her aged bones somewhere! She died full long agone! JOHN KEATS Summary: The poem 'Meg Merrilies' by...

THE MOWER The rooks travelled home, The milch cows went lowing, And down in the meadow And old man was mowing. His shirt rank with sweat, His neck stained with grime; But he moved like the cadence And sweetness of rhyme. He moved like the heavy-winged Rooks, the slow cows, He moved like the vane On the roof of the house. The foam of the daisies Was spread like a sea, The spikes of red sorrel Came up past his knee. The sorrel, the clover, The buttercups gold- A man that was dirty And twisted and old- But again and again Like an eddy he was, He moved like the wind In his own tasselled grass. SYLVIA LYND Summary: 'The Mower' by Sylvia Lynd depicts an elderly man toiling in a meadow. Despite his worn appearance, he works rhythmically, mirroring the movements of nature. The poem captures the essence of his labour, comparing him to rooks and cows, and the flowing meadow becomes a canvas of vibrant flora. The man's tenacity is reflected as he moves tirelessly, akin to the wind th...