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AT A BROOKSIDE
A running melody is in the noon
Of grass-bound rivulet and tangled showers.
Of sunlight, glancing through the cuckoo-flowers
To mingle golden ripples with the tune ;
In the wide light my senses seem to swoon.
Drugged by the monotone of rhythmic hours
And voice of spring-fed watercourse that dowers
This winding meadow-land with music’s boon.
Caught in a shimmering net of sight and sound.
And drawn, I know not whither, yet aware
Am I of some soft touch, and, blown around
My face, the plenitude of waving hair—
Nay, let me lie and dream this wondrous thing;
My hand, one moment, held the hand of Spring!
REVENANT
In the dark hours I woke and heard the trees
That tossed and buffeted before the blast,
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AT A BROOKSIDE
A running melody is in the noon
Of grass-bound rivulet and tangled showers.
Of sunlight, glancing through the cuckoo-flowers
To mingle golden ripples with the tune ;
In the wide light my senses seem to swoon.
Drugged by the monotone of rhythmic hours
And voice of spring-fed watercourse that dowers
This winding meadow-land with music’s boon.
Caught in a shimmering net of sight and sound.
And drawn, I know not whither, yet aware
Am I of some soft touch, and, blown around
My face, the plenitude of waving hair—
Nay, let me lie and dream this wondrous thing;
My hand, one moment, held the hand of Spring!
REVENANT
In the dark hours I woke and heard the trees
That tossed and buffeted before the blast,
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| Works by selected Scottish authors > Violet Jacob > Verses > (30) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/129138577 |
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| Description | By Violet Jacob. |
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| Shelfmark | T.9.f |
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| Description | Violet Jacob (1863-1946) was born into an aristocratic family who had lived at the House of Dun near Montrose since the 15th century. Her classic novel of the 1745 Jacobite rising, 'Flemington” (1911), was highly regarded by John Buchan and is still in print. Jacob had a deep appreciation of the Angus dialect and countryside, and this is evident in her celebrated Scots language poetry in volumes such as 'Song of Angus' (1915). |
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| Description | A selection of classic out-of-copyright Scottish poetry, prose and children’s stories from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. |
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