The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed With a Memoir by the Rev. Derwent Coleridge. Fourth Edition. In Two Volumes |
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XXXII. HEIRLOOM
An aged man with locks of snow
Sits o'er his glass serenely gay;
Plain Tom the weaver long ago,
Sir Thomas Clover, Knight, to-day:
My First beside his grandsire stands,
A comely stripling, stout and tall,
The future lord of his broad lands
And of his hospitable hall.
Sits o'er his glass serenely gay;
Plain Tom the weaver long ago,
Sir Thomas Clover, Knight, to-day:
My First beside his grandsire stands,
A comely stripling, stout and tall,
The future lord of his broad lands
And of his hospitable hall.
“What can it mean, my pretty toy,
With all its wheels, and threads, and springs?”
And as he speaks, the wondering boy
His arms around his grandsire flings:
He's puzzled, puzzled, more and more;
And putting on a look of thought,
He turns my Second o'er and o'er,
A silver model deftly wrought.
With all its wheels, and threads, and springs?”
And as he speaks, the wondering boy
His arms around his grandsire flings:
He's puzzled, puzzled, more and more;
And putting on a look of thought,
He turns my Second o'er and o'er,
A silver model deftly wrought.
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The good Knight hears with placid smile,
And bids him in the plaything view
A proud memorial of the toil
By which his grandsire's fortunes grew:
And tells him this my Whole shall be;
Still handed down from son to son,
To teach them by what industry
Their titles and their lands were won.
And bids him in the plaything view
A proud memorial of the toil
By which his grandsire's fortunes grew:
And tells him this my Whole shall be;
Still handed down from son to son,
To teach them by what industry
Their titles and their lands were won.
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