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. 1832 Excerpt: ...heavings of her breast of snows Tell they are growing welcome, sweet and dear--Thus fancy feeds them with her visionary cheer. XL VI. Some pleasant summer pilgrimages plan Around her dwelling, 'mongst the arbouring trees, To woo her out ere evening work began, White wool to comb, or press the curdling cheese; As round ...
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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. 1832 Excerpt: ...heavings of her breast of snows Tell they are growing welcome, sweet and dear--Thus fancy feeds them with her visionary cheer. XL VI. Some pleasant summer pilgrimages plan Around her dwelling, 'mongst the arbouring trees, To woo her out ere evening work began, White wool to comb, or press the curdling cheese; As round the ripe rose swarm the busy bees, So thought they round the maid to swarm, I wot, With soft tales framed her maiden ear to please, Concerning bridal mirth and plenished cot, While 'gainst her spotlessness some baser 'gan to plot. To Jock of Cairn, thus spake he Tam of Cample, "She has a tongue, they say, can clip like steel, --A flowing wit which o'er men's strength can trample, Like flooded Nith, which drowns the miller's wheel." To him thus Jock of Cairn made answer; "Weel, The wittier not the wiser; but I'm saying There's Eustace Graeme, ye ken, a ringing diel For either fighting, rhyming, courting, praying; If they draw up, I wot, we need na gang a-maying." XLVIII. Homeward she walked, and seemed no one to note, The green grass sweeping with her syde-gown hem, Pure as the snow unstained by earthly spot, Star-light in fountains, or a polished gem Brought from afar for Scotland's diadem: All praise her beauty and her mien admire. Where was she horn, whence comes she, what's her name? From whence descended, dead or lives her sire? How lady-like she looks, though in homespun attire! XLIX. "How lady-like!" an old dame sharply spake, Who once on Solway water had her hame, "She looks but like herself then; for her sake I'll say nae mair; Saint Mary shield the dame; None of her lineage ever came to shame. There's Miles Graeme too, who in our valley fell Like a slung stone: I ken ane who could name The sire he spr...
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Add this copy of The Maid of Elvar: a Poem, in Twelve Parts (1832) to cart. $56.62, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2009 by Kessinger Publishing.
