A History of Buckfield, Oxford County, Maine, from the Earliest Explorations to the Close of the Year 1900 (Google eBook)

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1915 - Buckfield (Me.) - 758 pages
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Page 468 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 318 - mid the cheerless hours of night, A mother wandered with her child. As through the drifted snows she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone " O God," she cried, in accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child!
Page 321 - She lay beneath a snowy veil ; The frost of death was in her eye ; Her cheek was cold, and hard, and pale ; He moved the robe from off the child ; The babe looked up, and sweetly smiled.
Page 321 - neath a snowy veil ; The frost of death was in her eye, Her cheek was cold and hard and pale. He moved the robe from off the child, The babe looked up and sweetly smiled ! SEBA SMITH.
Page 106 - And ttie said town is hereby invested with all the powers, privileges and immunities, which other towns in this Commonwealth do or may enjoy by law.
Page 303 - AT THE FIRESIDE.* At nightfall by the firelight's cheer My little Margaret sits me near, And begs me tell of things that were When I was little just like her. Ah ! little lips, you touch the spring Of sweetest sad remembering, And hearth and heart flash all aglow With ruddy tints of long ago. I at my father's fireside sit, Youngest of all who circle it, And beg him tell me what did he When he was little just like me.
Page 303 - At the Fireside." At nightfall by the firelight's cheer My little Margaret sits me near, And begs me tell of things that were When I was little, just like her. Ah, little lips ! you touch the spring Of sweetest sad remembering, And heart and hearth flash all aglow With ruddy tints of long ago.
Page 106 - Plan, together with all the inhabitants thereon, be and hereby are incorporated into a Town by the name of Eastport.

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