Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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Her maid, who watch'd her shyly, wonder'd why
Lady L'Estrange's eyes were fill'd with tears,
When she herself was all too pleas'd to leave
The dull old mansion and the tiresome trees
Of dismal Denzil, and to go to Town,
But Constance felt as if her heart would break,
“Good-bye” she thought, “Dear trees, dear shaded walks,
“Earth that his feet have trod—good-bye, good-bye!
“Good-bye, old house, where he was born and bred,
“Where he may dwell some day, and some day die,
“Home of the buried fathers of my love!”
Lady L'Estrange's eyes were fill'd with tears,
When she herself was all too pleas'd to leave
The dull old mansion and the tiresome trees
Of dismal Denzil, and to go to Town,
But Constance felt as if her heart would break,
“Good-bye” she thought, “Dear trees, dear shaded walks,
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“Good-bye, old house, where he was born and bred,
“Where he may dwell some day, and some day die,
“Home of the buried fathers of my love!”
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