The Girl's Own Reciter, Ed. by C. Peters

The Girl's Own Reciter, Ed. by C. Peters

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...hawthorn brambles, With the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way. Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May. Ah! my heart is sick with longing, Longing for the May--Longing to escape from study, To the young face fair and ruddy, And the thousand charms belonging To the summer's day. Ah! my heart is sick with longing, Longing for the May. Ah 1 my heart is sore with sighing, Sighing for the May--Sighing for their sure returning, When the summer beams are burning, Hopes and flowers that dead dying All the winter lay. Ah! my heart is sore with sighing Sighing for the May. Ah I my heart is; pained with throbbing Throbbing for the May--Throbbing for the sea-side billows, Or the water-wooing willows; Where in laughing and in sobbing Glide the streams away. Ah! my heart, my heart is throbbing, Throbbing for the May. Waiting sad, dejected, weary, Waiting for the May, Spring goes by with wasted warnings, Moonlit evenings, sunbright morn-ings; Summer comes, yet dark and dreary Life still ebbs away: Man is ever weary, weary, Waiting for the May! FIRE IN THE WOODS; OR, THE OLD SETTLER'S STORY BY ALEXANDER M'LACHLAN When first I settled in the woods, There were no neighbours nigh, And scarce a living thing, save wolves, And Molly dear, and I. We had our troubles, ne'er a doubt, In those wild woods alone; But then, sir, I was bound to have A homestead of my own. This was my field of battle, and The forest was my foe, And here I fought with ne'er a thought, Save ' lay the giants low.' I toiled in hope--got in a crop, And Molly watched the cattle; To keep those ' breachy' steers away, She had a weary battle. The devil's dears were those two steers, --Ah, they were born fence-breakers! And sneaked all day, and watched their prey, Like any salt-sea...show more

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  • Paperback | 134 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 7mm | 254g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123659584X
  • 9781236595843