Poems of Rural Life, in the Dorset Dialect: With a Dissertation and Glossary

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J. R. Smith, 1847 - Country life - 411 pages
 

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Page 99 - Wi' silent flight along the groun'. An' there, among the many cries O' sheep an' lambs, my dog do pass A zultry hour, wi' blinken eyes, An' nose a-stratch'd upon the grass ; But, in a twinklen, at my word, He's all awake, an' up, an' gone Out roun' the sheep lik' any bird, To do what he's a-zent upon.
Page 77 - An' the miller's man Do zit down at his ease On the seat that is under the cluster o' trees, Wi' his pipe an
Page 49 - ... the not uncommon notion that every change from the plough towards the desk, and from the desk towards the couch of empty-handed idleness, is an onward step towards happiness and intellectual and moral excellence...
Page 15 - Some people, who may have been taught to consider the Dorset dialect as having originated from corruption of the written English, may not be prepared to hear that it is not only a separate offspring from the Anglo-Saxon tongue, but purer, and in some cases richer, than the dialect which is chosen as the national speech.
Page 235 - CHILE. An' nex' week, father, I be gwain to goo A-picken stuones, ya know, var Farmer True. WIFE. An' little Jack, ya know, is gwain to yarn A penny too, a-keepen birds off earn. JOHN. 0 brave! what wages do er mean to gi'e ? WIFE. She dreppence var a day, an' twopence he. JOHN. Well, Polly; thee must work a little spracker When thee bist out, ar else thee wu'ten pick A dung-pot luoad o
Page 55 - An' boughs o' trees that woonce stood here, Wer glossy green the happy year That gie'd me woone I lov'd so dear, An' now ha
Page 48 - ... his readers will find his Poems free of slang and vice, as they are written from the associations of an early youth that was passed among rural families in a secluded part of the county, upon whose sound Christian principles, kindness, and harmless cheerfulness, he can still think with complacency; and he hopes that if his little work should fall into the hands of a reader of that class in whose language it is written, it would not be likely to damp his love of God, or slacken the tone of his...
Page 77 - tis Spring ! 'tis May The trees be green, the vields be gay ; The weather's warm, the winter blast, Wi' all his train o' clouds, is past ; The zun do rise while vo'k do sleep, To teake a higher daily zweep, Wi' cloudless feace a-flingen down His sparklen light upon the groun'.
Page 71 - An' though she'll never be my wife, She's still my leaden star o' life. She's gone : an' she Ve a-left to me Her mem'ry in the girt woak tree ; Zoo I do love noo tree so well 'S the girt woak tree that's in the dell. An...
Page 194 - An' then, bezides the cow, why we do let Our geese run out among the emmet hills; An' then when we do pluck em, we do get Vor zeale zome veathers an' zome quills; An' in the winter we do fat em well, An...

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