A Child's Poetic Thoughts [By J. Willoughby]

A Child's Poetic Thoughts [By J. Willoughby]

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ...follow thee, I trow; And when the Scottish gain on thee, To fly before the foe. I'll stay in my loved father's hall, Till its charred walls in ruins fall; The rack or stake might gar me fear, But not be the love of a wild Cavalier!" "It is no shame to thee, fair maid, To hide with a lover true; But a greater shame to rise in arms And leave the loyal few. When Cromwell's ruthless troopers come, And make your father's roof their home, Ye'll wish ye had the chance that's flown; Ye'll wish ye were the lightsome dear Of a gallant knight, and a Cavalier!" "Sir Knight, ye canna-read my heart, 'Tis hid from thee and thine; Though ye wad ha' me for your bride That lot should ne'er be mine. Be generous, spare a helpless maid, And leave me still by Ettrick's shade; For I ne'er can leave my father here, To be the love of a Cavalier!" "But if I give your father life, And joyous liberty; And give him back his ancient hall, Then will ye wend with me? Your sire shall be alive and free, If he a loyal knight will be; And you shall be the wife, so dear, Of a soldier, and a Cavalier!" "O, then I'll clasp thy hand in mine, And give thee all my heart; I'll bid my much-loved sire, farewell, And from my home depart. I'll leave my father here at home, And with thee o'er the Tweed will roam; I'll be thy grateful wife and dear, My brave and generous Cavalier!" April, 1868. Lines on Jeremiah xiv. 34. JERUSALEM! Jerusalem! How desolate art thou! All thy streets are cold and silent, And thy harp is tuneless now. The voice of mirth and gladness, Of the bridegroom and the bride, All the songs of thy fair daughters Within thy halls have died. No Psalms are in thy temple, No footsteps in the gate; Thy beauty all has perished, ...
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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236979214
  • 9781236979216