Woodland and Wild; A Selection of Descriptive Poetry
Woodland
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, June 26, 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. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ... the hill; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the clew; And, Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing In russet-gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to Heaven. S. Rogers. HAY MIAKEN. Tis merry ov a zummer's day, Wher vo'ke be out a-miaken My; Wher men an' women in a string Da ted or turn the grass, an' zing, Wi' cheemen vaices, merry zongs, A-tossen o' ther sheenen prongs Wi' yarms a-zwangen left an' right, In colour'd gowns an' shirt sleeves white; Ar, wider spread, a-riakeu roun' The ruosy hedges o' the groun' Wher Sam da zee the speckled sniake. An' try to kill en wi' his riake; An' Poll da jump about an' squal, To zee the twisten slooworm cral. 'Tis merry wher a gay-tongued lot Ov hay-miakers be all a-squot, On lightly-russlen hay a-spread Below an elem's lofty head, To rest ther weary limbs an' munch Tlier bit o' dinner, ar ther nunch; Wher teethy riakes da lie all roun' By picks a-stuck up into groun': An' wi' ther vittles in ther laps, An' in ther tinneu cups ther draps O' cider sweet, ar frothy yale, Ther tongues da run wi' joke an' tialo. An' when the zuu, so low an' red, Da sheen above the leafy head O' zome girt tree, a rizen high Avore the vi'ry western sky, Tis merry wher all han's da goo Adirt the groun', by two an' two, A-riaken, auvcr humps an' hollers, The russlen grass up into rollers. An' oone da row it in in line, An' oone...