| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | Written at an Inn at Henley | | By William Shenstone (17141763) |
| | | TO thee, fair freedom! I retire, | |
| From flattery, feasting, dice and din; | |
| Nor art thou found in domes much higher | |
| Than the lone cot or humble Inn. | |
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| Tis here with boundless power I reign, | 5 |
| And every health which I begin, | |
| Converts dull port to bright champagne; | |
| For Freedom crowns it, at an Inn. | |
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| I fly from pomp, I fly from plate, | |
| I fly from falsehoods specious grin; | 10 |
| Freedom I love, and form I hate, | |
| And choose my lodgings at an Inn. | |
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| Here, waiter! take my sordid ore, | |
| Which lacqueys else might hope to win; | |
| It buys what Courts have not in store, | 15 |
| It buys me Freedom, at an Inn. | |
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| And now once more I shape my way | |
| Through rain or shine, through thick or thin, | |
| Secure to meet, at close of day, | |
| With kind reception at an Inn. | 20 |
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| Whoeer has travelld lifes dull round, | |
| Whereer his stages may have been, | |
| May sigh to think how oft he found | |
| The warmest welcomeat an Inn. | | | | |
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