The lady of Dardale and other poems
Horace Eaton Walker
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 12, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 Excerpt: ... tease in all the town, The little schoolmarm taught to rule The worst of all, a country' school, The cow-boy whistling to the kine, While Cupid says: "The maid is mine!" A chaos view when seen afar, But Love shall play the soft guitar, And all the beauties mingled there, Shine sweetly bright and softly fair, Till.: SKWING GIRL. And then the harp and lute shall sound, With blushing roses twined around. And Summer voices pure and sweet, Shall sing in Nature's wild retreat: so NG. "Oh winter, winter, winter cold, Oh winter across the sea, Your day is by, your death is tolled, You're dead as dead can be; You draped the earth in spotless white. You shut the brook and stream, But came the sable god of night, And now you're all a dream! The boisterous March it blew, and blew, And won the crown at eve; But when the sun had dried the dew, His mourners did bereave; Then April came with shine and shower, More mildness in her look, And virgin Spring from many a bower, By meadow, field, and brook; Then May came in from warmer climes, And Nature seemed to sing. The May-llowers grew, and merry rhymes From birds upon the wing; At last was June, my rosy June! The queen-maid of the throng, And harp and timbrel all in tune Did join the choral song; And Summer's here, the Summer's here. From soft Idalian bowers, The birds and birds as they appear, Soft sing it to the hours; Oh Summer's come, oh Summer's come, She's come, she's come, she's come! We love to hear her merry note, The busy bees that hum; We crown her now the queen of all, The queen of love and joy, She reigns in Nature's banquet-hall Spring's lovely I/envoy! THE SEWING GIRL. The poor have loved the poor since Hood First sang his noble song, And e'en the rich have ta'en a part As He who loved them lo...