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That had else been all too bright。



And her hat; with shady brim;

Made her tressy forehead dim;

Thus she stood amid the stooks;

Praising God with sweetest looks:



Sure; I said; Heaven did not mean;

Where I reap thou shouldst but glean;

Lay thy sheaf adown and come;

Share my harvest and my home。



Thomas Hood '1799…1845'





THE SOLITARY REAPER



Behold her; single in the field;

Yon solitary Highland Lass!

Reaping and singing by herself;

Stop here; or gently pass!

Alone she cuts and binds the grain;

And sings a melancholy strain;

O listen! for the Vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound。



No Nightingale did ever chaunt

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of Travellers in some shady haunt;

Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard

In spring…time from the Cuckoo…bird;

Breaking the silence of the seas

Among the farthest Hebrides。



Will no one tell me what she sings?

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old; unhappy; far…off things;

And battles long ago:

Or is it some more humble lay;

Familiar matter of to…day?

Some natural sorrow; loss; or pain;

That has been; and may be again!



Whate'er the theme; the Maiden sang

As if her song could have no ending;

I saw her singing at her work;

And o'er the sickle bending; …

I listened; motionless and still;

And; as I mounted up the hill;

The music in my heart I bore;

Long after it was heard no more。



William Wordsworth '1770…1850'





THE THREE COTTAGE GIRLS



I

How blest the Maid whose heart … yet free

From Love's uneasy sovereignty …

Beats with a fancy running high;

Her simple cares to magnify;

Whom Labor; never urged to toil;

Hath cherished on a healthful soil;

Who knows not pomp; who heeds not pelf;

Whose heaviest sin it is to look

Askance upon her pretty Self

Reflected in some crystal brook;

Whom grief hath spared … who sheds no tear

But in sweet pity; and can hear

Another's praise from envy clear。



II

Such (but O lavish Nature! why

That dark unfathomable eye;

Where lurks a Spirit that replies

To stillest mood of softest skies;

Yet hints at peace to be o'erthrown;

Another's first; and then her own?)

Such haply; yon Italian Maid;

Our Lady's laggard Votaress;

Halting beneath the chestnut shade

To accomplish there her loveliness:

Nice aid maternal fingers lend;

A Sister serves with slacker hand;

Then; glittering like a star; she joins the festal band。



III

How blest (if truth may entertain

Coy fancy with a bolder strain)

The Helvetian Girl … who daily braves;

In her light skiff; the tossing waves;

And quits the bosom of the deep

Only to climb the rugged steep!

… Say whence that modulated shout!

From Wood…nymph of Diana's throng?

Or does the greeting to a rout

Of giddy Bacchanals belong?

Jubilant outcry! rock and glade

Resounded … but the voice obeyed

The breath of an Helvetian Maid。



IV

Her beauty dazzles the thick wood;

Her courage animates the flood;

Her steps the elastic greensward meets

Returning unreluctant sweets;

The mountains (as ye heard) rejoice

Aloud; saluted by her voice!

Blithe Paragon of Alpine grace;

Be as thou art … for through thy veins

The blood of Heroes runs its race!

And nobly wilt thou brook the chains

That; for the virtuous; Life prepares;

The fetter which the Matron wears;

The patriot Mother's weight of anxious cares!



〃Sweet Highland Girl! a very shower

Of beauty was thy earthly dower;〃

When thou didst flit before mine eyes;

Gay Vision under sullen skies;

While Hope and Love around thee played;

Near the rough falls of Inversneyd!

Have they; who nursed the blossom; seen

No breach of promise in the fruit?

Was joy; in following joy; as keen

As grief can be in grief's pursuit?

When youth had flown did hope still bless

Thy goings … or the cheerfulness

Of innocence survive to mitigate distress?



VI

But from our course why turn … to tread

A way with shadows overspread;

Where what we gladliest would believe

Is feared as what may most deceive?

Bright Spirit; not with amaranth crowned

But heath…bells from thy native ground;

Time cannot thin thy flowing hair;

Nor take one ray of light from Thee;

For in my Fancy thou dost share

The gift of immortality;

And there shall bloom; with Thee allied;

The Votaress by Lugano's side;

And that intrepid Nymph; on Uri's steep descried!



William Wordsworth '1770…1850'



 

BLACKMWORE MAIDENS



The primrwose in the sheade do blow;

The cowslip in the zun;

The thyme upon the down do grow;

The cote where streams do run;

An' where do pretty maidens grow

An' blow; but where the tower

Do rise among the bricken tuns;

In Blackmwore by the Stour。



If you could zee their comely gait;

An' pretty feaces' smiles;

A…trippen on so light o' waight;

An' steppen off the stiles;

A…gwain to church; as bells do swing

An' ring within the tower;

You'd own the pretty maidens' pleace

Is Blackmwore by the Stour。



If you vrom Wimborne took your road;

To Stower or Paladore;

An' all the farmers' housen showed

Their daughters at the door;

You'd cry to bachelors at hwome …

〃Here; come: 'ithin an hour

You'll vind ten maidens to your mind;

In Blackmwore by the Stour。〃



An' if you looked 'ithin their door;

To zee em in their pleace;

A…doen housework up avore

Their smilen mother's feace;

You'd cry … 〃Why if a man would wive

An' thrive; 'ithout a dower;

Then let en look en out a wife

In Blackmwore by the Stour。〃



As I upon my road did pass

A school…house back in May;

There out upon the beaten grass

Wer maidens at their play;

An' as the pretty souls did tweil

An' smile; I cried; 〃The flower

O' beauty; then; is still in bud

In Blackmwore by the Stour。〃



William Barnes '1801…1886'





A PORTRAIT

〃One name is Elizabeth〃 Ben Jonson



I will paint her as I see her。

Ten times have the lilies blown

Since she looked upon the sun。



And her face is lily…clear;

Lily…shaped; and dropped in duty

To the law of its own beauty。



Oval cheeks encolored faintly;

Which a trail of golden hair

Keeps from fading off to air:



And a forehead fair and saintly;

Which two blue eyes undershine;

Like meek prayers before a shrine。



Face and figure of a child; …

Though too calm; you think; and tender;

For the childhood you would lend her。



Yet child…simple; undefiled;

Frank; obedient; waiting still

On the turnings of your will。



Moving light; as all young things;

As young birds; or early wheat

When the wind blows over it。



Only; free from flutterings

Of loud mirth that scorneth measure …

Taking love for her chief pleasure。



Choosing pleasures; for the rest;

Which come softly … just as she;

When she nestles at your knee。



Quiet talk she liketh best;

In a bower of gentle looks; …

Watering flowers; or reading books。



And her voice; it murmurs lowly;

As a silver stream may run;

Which yet feels (you feel) the sun。



And her smile it seems half holy;

As if drawn from thoughts more far

Than our common jestings are。



And if any poet knew her;

He would sing of her with falls

Used in lovely madrigals。



And if any painter drew her;

He would paint her unaware

With a halo round her hair。



And if reader read the poem;

He would whisper … 〃You have done a

Consecrated little Una!〃



And a dreamer (did you show him

That same picture) would exclaim;

〃'Tis my angel; with a name!〃



And a stranger; … when he sees her

In the street even … smileth stilly;

Just as you would at a lily。



And all voices that address her;

Soften; sleeken every word;

As if speaking to a bird。



And all fancies yearn to cover

The hard earth; whereon she passes;

With the thymy…scented grasses。



And all hearts do pray; 〃God love her!〃

Ay and always; in good sooth;

We may all be sure HE DOTH。



Elizabeth Barrett Browning '1806…1861'





TO A CHILD OF FANCY



The nests are in the hedgerows;

The lambs are on the grass;

With laughter sweet as music

The hours lightfooted pass;

My darling child of fancy;

My winsome prattling lass。



Blue eyes; with long brown lashes;

Thickets of golden curl;

Red little lips disclosing

Twin rows of fairy pearl;

Cheeks like the apple blossom;

Voice lightsome as the merle。



A whole Spring's fickle changes;

In every short…lived day;

A passing cloud of April;

A flowery smile of May;

A thousand quick mutations

From graver moods to gay。



Far off; I see the season

When thy childhood's course is run;

And thy girlhood opens wider

Beneath the growing sun;

And the rose begins to redden;

But the violets are done。



And further still the summer;

When thy fair tree; fully grown;

Shall bourgeon; and grow splendid

With blos

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