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Narrative poems on the Female Character

in the various relations of life. By Mary Russell Mitford ... Vol. I
  

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In that lone bower remembrance brought
Years long gone by to Blanch's thought:
When she and Isabella stray'd
In dear Aledo's pleasant shade;
Stray'd, like twin lambs, the broom among,
Listening the linnet's cheerful song.
She saw her still, a nut-brown child,
With eyes whose dark beams, flashing wild,
Caught radiance from her glowing cheeks;
And dimples, dappling when she smil'd,
As the May morning breaks.
O how her own dear father lov'd
To watch the playmates as they rov'd;

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At distance store of fruit to place,
For the gay victor in the race,
And join himself the sportive chace,
Determin'd still to lose:
And mark the happy infant's toil,
Dividing with nice care the spoil,
And Isabel to choose!
Then to his knee the gipsy sprang;
While his own fairest Blanch would hang,
With clasping arms, around his neck:
And he would kiss the urchins bold;
And love them both, and oft infold
Their locks, like ebony and gold,
That curious caskets deck.