Poems. with a Memoir [By F.T.Palgrave.]

Poems. with a Memoir [By F.T.Palgrave.]

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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. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ...the pleasure that any man gives them, Keeping it out of sight as a prize they need be ashamed of; That is the way I think, Sir, in England, more than in Scotland; No, she lives and takes pleasure in all, as in beautiful weather, Sorry to lose it, but just as we would be to lose fine weather. And she is strong to return to herself and feel undeserted, Oh, she is strong, and not silly; she thinks no further about you; She has had kerchiefs before from gentle, I know, as from simple. Yes, she is good and not silly; yet were you wrong, Mr. Philip, Wrong, for yourself perhaps more than for her. But Philip replied not, Raised not his eyes from the hands on his knees. And Elspie continued. That was what gave me much pain, when I met you that dance at Rannoch, Dancing myself too with you, while Katie danced with Donald; That was what gave me such pain; I thought it all a mistaking, All a mere chance, you know, and accident, --not proper choosing, --There were at least five or six--not there, no, that I don 't say, But in the country about, --you might just as well have been courting. That was what gave me much pain, and (you won't remember that, though, ) Three days after, I met you, beside my uncle's, walking, And I was wondering much, and hoped you would n 't notice, So as I passed I could n't help looking. You did n 't know me. But I was glad, when I heard next day you were gone to the teacher. And uplifting his face at last, with eyes dilated, Large as great stars in mist, and dim, with dabbled lashes, Philip with new tears starting, You think I do not remember, Said, --suppose that I did not observe! Ah me, shall I tell you? Elspie, it was your look that sent me away from Rannoch. It was your glance, that, descending, an instant revelation, Showed
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  • Paperback | 74 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 150g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236647971
  • 9781236647979