England Not Dead; And, Turk and Briton Also Containing Scenes from Cumberland Sketched in Tint, Tone, Word and Verse (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1878 Excerpt: ... Inborn of the supreme pride of Heaven, Commended to the poet, and the artist, As against wealth, solely for wealth's own sake. "lis us who see the great earth's grandeur, The changes and the phases it assumes, It's many lands, it's climes, and its people, The features of both the country and the people, Which the shiftless stay-at-home-bodies Scarcely ever do, or make a stir of movement From their stay-at-home-ways to go and see, As I've done ever since my youthful days. "When nineteen years old, and just growing bold, By Cupid was made quite a happy young swain, By sending his dart through, and rending my heart too, A lovely young damsel whose name it was Jane. She was rocking at leisure, enjoying the pleasure, Beneath the bright May-bush full burden'd with bloom, So I quietly pressed her, and this way addressed her, I wish to sit down do you think there is room? The young lady not declining my wish, I sat myself down, threw my arms round her waist, and said--Under the May-bush, under the May-bush, Picking the clover, and picking the May, Under the May-bush, under the May-bush, I asked for a kiss, and she didn't say Nay. Of modesty heedless, in fact it was needless, I sat by her side by the May-bedecked hedge, She heard my confession, of love and depression, I asked for a kiss in exchange for the pledge. She never denied it, but there and then tried it, Beneath the bright May-bush burdened with bloom, And like a May-flower it served as a bower, It seemed quite as sweet as the lovely perfume. At Sun's early dawning, I went there each morning, My charmer to see, nor was it in vain, The mystery was banished all sorrow vanished, Dear Jane owned she loved me again and again. Now we ne'er care for walking, but far prefer talking, Beneath the bright May-bush full...