Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect: Third collectionJohn Russell Smith, 1863 - Dialect poetry, English |
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a-blowèn a-gone a-left a-lost a-meäde a-runnèn a-sheenèn a-spread a-vound ageän aïr alwone athirt avore beät beäten bells Bezide bloomèn blow blue boughs bright brook bwoy ceäre cheäks childern clack cried cwold deäisy Deäne door Droo drough elems ev'ry evenèn FANNY feäce feäir flow'rs geäte gi'e glowèn grass greäce ground head height hwome ithin ithout jäy Jeäne JOHN leäne leäte leäze lewth light lwonesome maïd maïdens me'th meäde meäke Meäry Meldonley merry mornèn night noo mwore païn peäce pleäce RACKETEN JOE raïn Robin White roun rwof rwose scroff sheäde sheäke sheäpe skies souls sound steäte stream sweet teäke theäse tow'rs tree tweil vaïce vall veet vields vind vlee vloor vo'k vound vrom vull wall watervalls wind Woak Hill wold woonce woone wull yollow zide zight zing zome zummer Zunday zunny zweep
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Page 6 - She died at Woak Hill. But still I do think that, in soul, She do hover about us ; To ho vor her motherless childern, Her pride at Woak Hill. Zoo — lest she should tell me hereafter I stole off 'ithout her, An' left her, uncall'd at house-ridden, To bide at Woak Hill— I call'd her so fondly, wi" lippens All soundless to others, An' took her wi' air-reachen hand To my zide at Woak Hill.
Page 61 - The grass agean the mwoldren door 'S a token sad o' vo'k a-gone, An' where the house, bwoth wall an' vloor, 'S a-lost, the well mid linger on. What tokens, then, could Meary gi'e That she'd a-liv'd, an' liv'd vor me, But things a-done vor thought an' view ? Good things that nwone agean can do, An' every work her love ha' wrought, To eyezight's woone, but two to thought.
Page 118 - Tis fine enough if peace is there. BAD NEWS I do mind when there broke bitter tidens, Woone day, on their ears, An' their souls wer a-smote wi' a stroke As the lightnen do vail on the woak, An' the things that wer bright all around em Seem'd dim drough their tears. Then unheeded wer things in their vingers, Their grief wer their all. All unheeded wer zongs o' the birds, All unheeded the child's perty words, 10 All unheeded the kitten a-rollen The white-threaded ball.
Page vi - THE ECHO. ABOUT the tow'r an' churchyard wall, Out nearly overright our door, A tongue ov wind did always call Whatever we did call avore. The vaice did mock our neames, our cheers, Our merry laughs, our hands' loud claps, An' mother's call " Come, come, my dears " — my dears; Or " Do as I do bid, bad chaps
Page vi - Tis time to goo to church ; come in " — come in. The night when little Anne that died Begun to zicken, back in May, An' she, at dusk ov evenen-tide, Wer out wi' others at their play, Within the churchyard that do keep Her little bed, the vaice o...
Page 111 - ... The least ov' all to meet wi' there, Mid be the helpless souls that now Below their wrongvul might mid bow. Sweet childern o' the dead, bereft Ov all their goods by guile an' forgen ' ; Souls o' driven sleaves that left Their weary limbs a-mark'd by scourgen ; They that GOD ha' call'd to die Vor a truth agean the worold's lie, An' they that groan'd an' cried in vain, A-bound by foes' unrighteous chain. The maid that selfish craft led on To sin, an...
Page 5 - Too soon vor my jay an' my childern She died at Woak Hill. But still I do think that, in soul, She do hover about us ; To ho...
Page 120 - To reach agean the pleace o' pride, Her comely mother's left han' zide. An' then, a-wheelen roun', he took On me, 'ithin his third white nook. An' in the fourth, a-sheaken wild, He zent us on our giddy child.
Page v - His coal-black nose an' russet ear : To win what I'd a-won avore, Vrom your gay feace, his woone smile mwore. An' while your mother bustled sprack, A-getten supper out in hall, An...
Page 55 - While the zun, wi' evenen beams, Did cast our sheades athirt the water ; Winds a-blowen, Streams a-flowen, Skies a-glowen, Tokens ov my jay zoo fleeten, Heighten'd it, that happy meeten. Then, when maid an' man took pleaces, Gay in winter's Chris'mas dances, Showen in their merry feaces Kindly smiles an...