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Bread and Circuses

Chapter 63: II
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A lyrical collection of short poems ranges from quiet country scenes and childhood memories to urban sketches and religious reflections. The poet renders streams, gardens, market sellers, and domestic interiors in close sensory detail while pairing everyday observation with moral and spiritual meditation. Animal vignettes and playful pieces for children sit alongside elegies, prayers, and ironic portraits of modern life, producing tones of humour, tenderness, and solemnity. Varied forms and concise portraits move between pastoral lanes, London streets, and intimate household moments while attending to time, sorrow, and faith.

II

Now Betsey-Jane was rather more than two And just about as good as I and you;— She’d learnt to talk, but not learnt when to stop, Her yellow hair swung round her in a mop, Round was her face, her eyes were opened wide And only blinked in sleep or when she cried; White frocks she had and blue her pinafore With scarlet stitching at the neck, and more Delights she had than many girls and boys,— Father and Mother, Nurse and many toys To comfort her, but, more than all the rest, There is no doubt she loved her Jocko best.