Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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The girl was fair, with wealth of golden locks,
And something in the colour of her eyes
Reminded me of eyes I used to know
In years gone by. I turn'd aside to ask
An agèd woman, who, on seeing them,
Had risen from her seat beside her hives
And dropp'd a curtsey; who and what they were
This comely pair?
And something in the colour of her eyes
Reminded me of eyes I used to know
In years gone by. I turn'd aside to ask
An agèd woman, who, on seeing them,
Had risen from her seat beside her hives
And dropp'd a curtsey; who and what they were
This comely pair?
“She, with the yellow locks,”
Answer'd the dame, endeav'ring while she spoke
To catch a glimpse of their retreating forms,
“Is Violet Denzil, and the gentleman
“Who rode with her, and follows her as shade
“Follows on sunshine, is our master here
“The young Sir Roland; old Sir John L'Estrange
“Married the mother of Miss Violet
“Before she married Mr. Denzil there
“Over at Denzil Place, (you see the gates,)
“So they are kind of kin-like, and yet still
“Our parson says they are not kin at all,
“Since young Sir Roland is not child of her
“But of Sir John's first lady, and he says
“He hopes that he shall live to join their hands
“As man and wife, and parson also says
“Their marriage-ring will join the properties,
“And put to shame some scandal-mong'ring tales
“Folks whisper'd here.”
Answer'd the dame, endeav'ring while she spoke
To catch a glimpse of their retreating forms,
“Is Violet Denzil, and the gentleman
“Who rode with her, and follows her as shade
“Follows on sunshine, is our master here
“The young Sir Roland; old Sir John L'Estrange
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“Before she married Mr. Denzil there
“Over at Denzil Place, (you see the gates,)
“So they are kind of kin-like, and yet still
“Our parson says they are not kin at all,
“Since young Sir Roland is not child of her
“But of Sir John's first lady, and he says
“He hopes that he shall live to join their hands
“As man and wife, and parson also says
“Their marriage-ring will join the properties,
“And put to shame some scandal-mong'ring tales
“Folks whisper'd here.”
With this she turn'd away
And fearless of the buzzing colony
That swarm'd about the ruffles of her cap,
Began to celebrate some mystic rite
Connected with her bees, whilst on I stroll'd,
Following the prints which those two horses' hoofs
Left in the dusty road, and lost in thought.
And fearless of the buzzing colony
That swarm'd about the ruffles of her cap,
Began to celebrate some mystic rite
Connected with her bees, whilst on I stroll'd,
Following the prints which those two horses' hoofs
Left in the dusty road, and lost in thought.
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