Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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But what to Constance seem'd the dearest thing
Was a fair little boy who held a dog,—
Painted some five-and-twenty years ago
In water colours: very badly drawn,
Having a prim white frock and sky-blue sash;
His little hoop and stick were lying near,
And in the distance there was Denzil Place—
This funny little picture had no name,—
The little fair-hair'd boy was like a doll,
Or still more like all other little boys
In any other badly finish'd sketch;
Yet Constance lov'd it—it was small and light,
Easy to move, and so she took it down
From off its nail, and brought that little boy
To dwell where she might see him, in her room.
Was a fair little boy who held a dog,—
Painted some five-and-twenty years ago
In water colours: very badly drawn,
Having a prim white frock and sky-blue sash;
His little hoop and stick were lying near,
And in the distance there was Denzil Place—
This funny little picture had no name,—
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Or still more like all other little boys
In any other badly finish'd sketch;
Yet Constance lov'd it—it was small and light,
Easy to move, and so she took it down
From off its nail, and brought that little boy
To dwell where she might see him, in her room.
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