May you like it, by a country curate [C.B. Tayler]. by Charles Benjamin TaylerMay you like it, by a country curate [C.B. Tayler]. by Charles Benjamin Tayler

May you like it, by a country curate [C.B. Tayler].

byCharles Benjamin Tayler

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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. 1822. Excerpt: ... When glow-worm lamps illume the scene, And silvery daisies dot the green, Thy flowers revealing, Perchance to soothe the fairy queen, "With faint sweet tones on night serene, Thy soft bells pealing.--But most I love thine azure braid, When softer flowers are all decay'd, And thou appearest, Stealing beneath the hedge-row shade, Like joys that linger as they fade, Whose last are dearest. Thou art the flower of memory; The pensive soul recals in thee The year's past pleasures; And, led by kindred thought, will flee, 'Till, black to careless infancy, The path she measures. Beneath autumnal breezes bleak, So faintly fair, so sadly meek, I've seen thee bending, Pale as the pale blue veins, that streak Consumption's thin, transparent cheek, With death-hues blending, Thou shalt be sorrow's love and mine; The violet and the eglantine With spring are banish'd. In summer's beam the roses shine, But I of thee my wreath will twine, When these are vanish'd. "How do you like these fanciful verses? fanciful enough! are they not?"--" They are very pretty, my dear Duncan," replied Mrs. F. and she tried to check the sigh that was, however, audible. " I don't know what is the matter with you all," said Duncan, looking round at them; " you are ill, dear mother; I am sure you are, for you look very pale; you are ill," he continued in the tenderest voice, " and here have I been teasing you with my follies." "I am not quite well," she answered, as he affectionately kissed her, and then sat down sadly, and quietly, holding his mother's hand; his eyes seemed fixed on the ground, but he saw nothing, for they were dimmed by tears. "How is my father, my dear father?" he asked, starting up quickly: " I did not forget him, but I hardly have had time to miss him; I suppose he is not co...
Title:May you like it, by a country curate [C.B. Tayler].Format:PaperbackDimensions:50 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.1 inPublished:January 31, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217782809

ISBN - 13:9780217782807