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Florence, the Parish Orphan: And a Sketch of the Village in the Last Century ...
Eliza Buckminster Lee
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Florence, the Parish Orphan: And a Sketch of the Village in the Last Century
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Page 90 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious, mainly, that the flock he feeds May 'feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 83 - Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade, Ah, fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 1 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take, She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 116 - As is the hare-bell that adorns the field : And in her hand, for sceptre, she does wield Tway birchen sprays...
Page 130 - Suck, little Babe, oh suck again ! It cools my blood ; it cools my brain ; Thy lips I feel them, Baby ! they Draw from my heart the pain away.
Page 97 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For fortune fond had built her nest on high.
Page 90 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...