ISBN: 9781153748728

Excerpt: ...seen Dewbeating down this way? - You''ll turn your back as now, you mean? Nay, Carrey Clavel, nay! You''ll see none''s looking; put your li… Plus…

Excerpt: ...seen Dewbeating down this way? - You''ll turn your back as now, you mean? Nay, Carrey Clavel, nay! You''ll see none''s looking; put your lip Up like a tulip, so; And he will coll you, bend, and sip: Yes, Carrey, yes; I know! THE ORPHANED OLD MAID I wanted to marry, but father said, No - ''Tis weakness in women to give themselves so; If you care for your freedom you''ll listen to me, Make a spouse in your pocket, and let the men be. I spake on''t again and again: father cried, Why-if you go husbanding, where shall I bide? For never a home''s for me elsewhere than here! And I yielded; for father had ever been dear. But now father''s gone, and I feel growing old, And I''m lonely and poor in this house on the wold, And my sweetheart that was found a partner elsewhere, And nobody flings me a thought or a care. THE SPRING CALL Down Wessex way, when spring''s a-shine, The blackbird''s pret-ty de-urr! In Wessex accents marked as mine Is heard afar and near. He flutes it strong, as if in song No R''s of feebler tone Than his appear in pretty dear, Have blackbirds ever known. Yet they pipe prattie deerh! I glean, Beneath a Scottish sky, And pehty de-aw! amid the treen Of Middlesex or nigh. While some folk say-perhaps in play - Who know the Irish isle, ''Tis purrity dare! in treeland there When songsters would beguile. Well: I''ll say what the listening birds Say, hearing pret-ty de-urr! - However strangers sound such words, That''s how we sound them here. Yes, in this clime at pairing time, As soon as eyes can see her At dawn of day, the proper way To call is pret-ty de-urr! JULIE-JANE Sing; how ''a would sing! How ''a would raise the tune When we rode in the waggon from harvesting By the light o'' the moon! Dance; how ''a would dance! If a fiddlestring did but sound She would hold out her coats, give a slanting glance,... Thomas Hardy, Books, Fiction and Literature, Time's Laughingstocks And Other Verses Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153748728

Excerpt: ...seen Dewbeating down this way? - You''ll turn your back as now, you mean? Nay, Carrey Clavel, nay! You''ll see none''s looking; put your li… Plus…

Excerpt: ...seen Dewbeating down this way? - You''ll turn your back as now, you mean? Nay, Carrey Clavel, nay! You''ll see none''s looking; put your lip Up like a tulip, so; And he will coll you, bend, and sip: Yes, Carrey, yes; I know! THE ORPHANED OLD MAID I wanted to marry, but father said, No - ''Tis weakness in women to give themselves so; If you care for your freedom you''ll listen to me, Make a spouse in your pocket, and let the men be. I spake on''t again and again: father cried, Why-if you go husbanding, where shall I bide? For never a home''s for me elsewhere than here! And I yielded; for father had ever been dear. But now father''s gone, and I feel growing old, And I''m lonely and poor in this house on the wold, And my sweetheart that was found a partner elsewhere, And nobody flings me a thought or a care. THE SPRING CALL Down Wessex way, when spring''s a-shine, The blackbird''s pret-ty de-urr! In Wessex accents marked as mine Is heard afar and near. He flutes it strong, as if in song No R''s of feebler tone Than his appear in pretty dear, Have blackbirds ever known. Yet they pipe prattie deerh! I glean, Beneath a Scottish sky, And pehty de-aw! amid the treen Of Middlesex or nigh. While some folk say-perhaps in play - Who know the Irish isle, ''Tis purrity dare! in treeland there When songsters would beguile. Well: I''ll say what the listening birds Say, hearing pret-ty de-urr! - However strangers sound such words, That''s how we sound them here. Yes, in this clime at pairing time, As soon as eyes can see her At dawn of day, the proper way To call is pret-ty de-urr! JULIE-JANE Sing; how ''a would sing! How ''a would raise the tune When we rode in the waggon from harvesting By the light o'' the moon! Dance; how ''a would dance! If a fiddlestring did but sound She would hold out her coats, give a slanting glance,... Thomas Hardy, Books, Fiction and Literature, Time's Laughingstocks And Other Verses Books>Fiction and Literature <

ISBN: 115374872X