fresh-furrow'd

Updated: May 28, 2025

Hail, meek-eyed maiden, clad in sober grey, Whose soft approach the weary woodman loves, As homeward bent to kiss his prattling babes, He jocund whistles through the twilight groves. To the deep wood the clamorous rooks repair, Light skims the swallow o'er the watery scene, And from the sheep-cotes, and fresh-furrow'd field, Stout ploughmen meet to wrestle on the green.

Henry Francis Cary - Lives of the English Poets: From Johnson to Kirke White, Designed as a Continuation of: Johnson's Lives