Dorothy: A Country Story : in Elegiac Verse ; with a Preface

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C.K. Paul, 1880 - 85 pagina's
 

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Pagina 8 - This is how it was with Dorothy Crump, the author's heroine : — Ah, what a joy for her, at early morn, in the springtime, Driving from hedge to hedge furrows as straight as a line ! Seeing the crisp brown earth, like waves at the bow of a vessel, Rise, curl over, and fall, under the thrust of the share ; Orderly falling and still, its edges all creamy and crumbling, But, on the sloping side, polish'd and purple as steel ; Till all the field, she thought, look'd bright as the bars of that gridiron...
Pagina xvii - It is painful to one, who has in his composition the smallest- spark of knight-errantry, to behold the beautiful servant maids of this county toiling in the severe labors of the field. They drive the harrows, or the ploughs, when they are drawn by three or four horses ; nay, it is not uncommon to see, sweating at the dungcart, a girl, whose elegant features, and delicate nicelyproportioned limbs, seemingly but ill accord with such rough employment.
Pagina 6 - ... looks ; and at length, perhaps the touch of a finger ; Then the confession ; and then (if she allow it) the kiss. So that a kiss comes last — 'tis the crown and seal of the whole thing ; Passion avow'd by you, fondly accepted by her. But in our Dorothy's class, a kiss only marks the beginning...
Pagina 22 - Handkerchiefs bought at the fair, aprons and smocks not a few; Kirtles for warmth when afield, and frocks for winter and summer ; Blue-spotted, lilac, grey; cotton and woollen and serge; All her simple attire, save the clothes she felt most like herself in — Rough coarse workaday clothes, fit for a labourer's wear. There was her Sunday array — the boots, and the shawl, and the bonnet, Solemnly folded apart, not to be lightly assumed : There was her jewelry too; 'twas a brooch (she had worn it...
Pagina 24 - No ! through the latticed panes of the diamonded dormer-window Dorothy looks on a world free and familiar and fair : Looks on the fair farmyard, where the poultry and cattle she lives with Bellow and cackle and low — music delightful to her ; Looks on the fragrant fields, with cloud-shadows flying above them, Singing of birds in the air, woodlands and waters around. She in those fragrant meads has wrought, every year of her girlhood ; Over those purple lands she, too, has follow'd the plough ;...
Pagina 8 - In the great window at church, over the gentlefolks' pew: And evermore, as she strode, she has cheerful companions behind her; Rooks and the smaller birds, following after her plough; And, ere the ridges were done, there was gossamer woven above them, Gossamer dewy and white, shining like foam on the sea.
Pagina 22 - Twas but a poor little room ; a farm-servant's loft in a garret ; One small window and door ; never a chimney at all : One little stool by the bed, and a remnant of cast-away carpet; But on the floor, by the wall, carefully dusted and bright, Stood the green-painted box, our Dorothy's closet and wardrobe, Holding her treasures, her all — all that she own'd in the world...
Pagina 1 - DOROTHY goes with her pails to the ancient well in the courtyard Daily at grey of morn, daily ere twilight at eve ; Often and often again she winds at the mighty old windlass, Still with her strong red arms landing the bucket aright : Then, her beechen yoke press'd down on her broad square shoulders, Stately, erect, like a queen, she with her burden returns : She with her burden returns to the fields that she loves, to the cattle Lowing beside the troughs, welcoming her and her pails. Dorothy —...
Pagina 2 - Wrought out of doors on the farm, and labour'd in dairy and kitchen Doing the work of two ; help and support of them all. Rough were her broad brown hands, and within, ah me! they were horny ; Rough were her thick ruddy arms, shapely and round as they were; Rough too her glowing cheeks; and her sunburnt face and forehead Browner than cairngorm seem'd, set in her amber-bright hair. Yet...
Pagina 24 - But, for our Dorothy's room, it is no dungeon at all. No ! through the latticed panes of the diamonded dormer-window Dorothy looks on a world free and familiar and fair : Looks on the fair farm-yard, where the poultry and cattle she lives with Bellow and cackle and low — music delightful to her ; Looks on the fragrant fields, with cloudshadows flying above them, Singing of birds in the air, woodlands and waters around. She in those fragrant meads has wrought, every year of her girlhood ; Over those...

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