The Miller's MaidDarton, 1855 - 24 pages |
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The Miller's Maid: To Which Is Added, the Hermit (Classic Reprint) Robert Bloomfield No preview available - 2018 |
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anxious appear'd Art thou artless back she turn'd beauties begg'd blessings Blest bliss blush bounty bow'd breast bright charm'd charms cheeks cheer cheer'd child childhood's clasp'd clos'd constant Dame DARTON dear delight door doubts dream Edwin escap'd eyes fame fear feel felt fill'd Fondly Forbear forlorn gentle GEORGE AND PHOEBE girl Glide grieve guest happy hath hear heard heart heaven Hermit cried honour hour hush indulg'd LEIGHTON list'ning liv'd live long-lost lov'd manly mantling mark'd mill miller cried MILLER'S MAID morning neighb'ring poor never night o'er observ'd opprest Phœbe Phoebe's piteous prais'd prest pride prov'd rain Receiv'd rest Restor❜d rise scant seek seem'd shar'd sigh smiled soldier solitude sorrows spar'd spoke spread stood storm stranger strong strove Survey'd tears tender thee Tis pity trav'lling trifling turn Twas Virtue's virtues warm watch'd wealth Whence whisper'd wife wounds wretch youth
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Page 21 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Page 23 - I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. And there forlorn, despairing hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Page 19 - For here forlorn and lost I tread With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem length'ning as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, ' ' To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Page 23 - For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. ' Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn In secret where he died.
Page 20 - No flocks, that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. " Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earthborn cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Page 24 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. 'Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life, — my all that's mine. 'No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that tends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 23 - To win me from his tender arms Unnumber'd suitors came ; Who praised me for imputed charms, And felt or feign'da flame. * Each hour a mercenary crowd With richest proffers strove ; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd— But never talk'd of love. ' In humble, simplest habit clad, No wealth or power had he ; Wisdom and worth were all he had — But these were all to me.
Page 22 - Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. My father lived beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he ; And all his wealth was marked as mine ; He had but only me. To win me from his tender arms Unnumbered suitors came; . Who praised me for imputed charms, And felt, or feigned, a flame.
Page 22 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray; Who seeks for rest, and finds despair Companion of her way. " My father lived beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he; And all his wealth was mark'd as mine; He had but only me. 'To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber'd suitors came; Who praised me for imputed charms, And felt, or feign'd, a flame.
Page 20 - Ecquir'da master's care ; The wicket, op'ning with a latch, Eeceiv'd the harmless pair. And now, when busy crowds retire To take their ev'ning rest ; The Hermit trimm'd his little fire, And cheer'd his pensive guest : And spread his vegetable store, And gaily press'd and smil'd ; And skill'd in legendary lore, The ling'ring hours beguiled. Around, in sympathetic mirth, Its tricks the kitten tries, The cricket chirrups in the hearth...