Hilda among the broken gods. By the author of 'Olrig grange'. by Walter Chalmers SmithHilda among the broken gods. By the author of 'Olrig grange'. by Walter Chalmers Smith

Hilda among the broken gods. By the author of 'Olrig grange'.

byWalter Chalmers Smith

Paperback | February 3, 2012

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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. 1878. Excerpt: ... BOOK THIRD. SHimfttb Strqahart, Jttatmalist. AT "Prinkle's Establishment, On principles strictly religious, For finishing girls," I spent A year in a manner egregious; 'Twas a school of the calender kind, Meant to put a fine gloss on the mind. It was there I met Hilda Dalguise, And thought her enchantingly fair, With drops of blue heaven for her eyes, And bands of sunbeams for her hair, And the form of a dainty, round dove Just made for soft touches of love. I was not of the gushing-girl sort; My soul with ambition was fired, My tongue something sharp at retort, And the people were few I admired: And I know I detested a saint More than gambling and powder and paint. Yet I once had a fit of devotion, And worked in the Sunday school, And whipt up a frothy emotion, And prayed, and behaved like a fool; Till my eyes were opened to see I was growing a small Pharisee. But with Hilda I felt I could sit All the day, just stroking her hair, Now to smile at her sweet lack of wit, Now to kiss her, for love, anywhere, To pat her soft hand, or be near The pink, pearly shell of her ear. Sweet-breathed as a baby, her mind Smelt all of the mother's milk still--Infant prayers, childish hymns, and the blind, Pretty faiths they are fain to instil; And she seemed, in her white, fluffy dress, Like a bird I must stroke and caress. I pitied the beautiful child, Knowing life as I thought that I did, With her pure soul as yet undefiled, Always doing the thing she was bid, And believing all hearts were as true As the one little heart that she knew. I was just a year older than she, But twenty years older in thought: She hardly knew more than the bee That wots where the honey is got, Nor dreams that the great purple bell Has poison hid in it as well. Yet now I'm not sure that I knew...
Title:Hilda among the broken gods. By the author of 'Olrig grange'.Format:PaperbackDimensions:34 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.07 inPublished:February 3, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:021748459X

ISBN - 13:9780217484596