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63 Lo!Where the heath,with withering brake grown o'er,

Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor,

From thence a length of burning sand appears,

Where the thin harvest waves its withered ears;

Rank weeds, that every art and care defy,

Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye:

There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar

And to the ragged infant threaten war;

There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil;

There the blue bugloss paints the sterile soil;

Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf,

The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf,

This is from a rather long poem.This is just to show that 'many poets' resort to describing scenes so close to Dame Nature.They may say anything under the sun, but they do need nature's scenes to emphasise what they mean.In these times of heavy pollution filling the skies, the seas, the mountains , would you really want today's poet to divorce himself from the natural scenario , or to sink his poetry to morbid depths alone?

Now the poet George C rabbe (1754-1832) had resided at a number of places.A couple at random are Suffolk and Aldeburgh.These are situated on the Suffolk coast and are still known by their same old nom.The civic administration is highly conscious of environmental issues, and thank goodness this place is free from pollution and is said to be'' away from the crass reaches of commercialization, and prefers to retain the charm'' and ''genteel'' character of days gone by''.

''The Suffolk Coast and Heaths are an area of outstanding natural beauty.''

So its good to know that these places maybe the favorite of visiting tourists today;the same spots which the poet of a Romantic era may have frequented!

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