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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1859 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: Humble in heart his fellows pass'd him by, And saw his wealth with an unenvious eye: The thriving men, who once contemn'd him most, Now smiling said " There goes the Sultan's host!" NOTHING MORE. In a valley fair I wander'd, O'er its meadow-pathways green, Where a singing brook was flowing, Like the spirit of the scene; And I saw a lovely maiden With a basket brimming o'er With sweet buds, and so I ask'd her For a flower, and nothing more. Then I chatted on beside her, And I praised her hair and eyes, And, like roses from her basket, On her cheeks saw blushes rise; With her timid looks down glancing, She said "Would I pass before?" But I said that all I wanted Was a smile, and nothing more. So she shyly smiled upon me, And I still kept wandering on; , What with blushing, smiling, chatting, Soon a brief half hour was gone. Then she told me I must leave her, For she saw their cottage-door, But I would not till I rifled Just a kiss, and nothing more. And I often met that maiden, At the twilight's loving hour, With the summer's offspring laden, But herself the dearest flower. When she ask'd me what I wish'd for, Grown far bolder than before, With impassion'd words I answer'd 'Twas her heart, and nothing more! Thus for weeks and months I woo'd her, And the joys that then had birth Made an atmosphere of gladness Seem encircling all the earth. One bright morning at the altar A white bridal dress she wore; Then my wife I proudly made her, And I ask for nothing more! HELVELLYN. Helvellyn, mighty mountain! when I stood Upon thy heigh...
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