优美诗歌阅读:Pickthorn Manor
优美诗歌阅读:Pickthorn Manor
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I
How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A
steely silver, underlined with blue,
And flashing where the round clouds, blown away, Letdrop the
yellow sunshine to gleam through
And tip the edges of the waves with shifts And spots ofwhitest
学习啦在线学习网 fire, hard like gems
Cut from the midnight moon they were, and sharp As
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Of blooming cherry-trees, and watched the rifts
Of clouds drawn through the river's azure warp.
II
Her little feet tapped softly down the path. Her
soul was listless; even the morning breeze
Fluttering the trees and strewing a light swath Of fallen petals
学习啦在线学习网 on the grass, could please
Her not at all. She brushed a hair aside With a
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She stopped to pull a daffodil or two, And
held them to her gown
To test the colours; put them at her side,
Then at her breast, then loosened them and tried
Some new arrangement, but it would not do.
III
A lady in a Manor-house, alone, Whose husband
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Her idleness. What is she on this Earth? No woman
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Be wed nor single, must not let her mind Build
thoughts upon a man
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IV
Too lately wed to have forgot the wooing. Too
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Other than strange delight at her wife's doing. Even at the
thought a gentle blush would steal
Over her face, and then her lips would frame Some little word
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Would brim and spill their tears, when all they
saw Was the bright sun, slantwise
学习啦在线学习网 Through burgeoning trees, and all the morning's flame
Burning and quivering round her. With quick shame
She shut her heart and bent before the law.
V
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was his house and she would keep it well.
学习啦在线学习网 His honour was in fighting, hers in what He'd left her here
in charge of. Then a spell
Of conscience sent her through the orchard spying Upon the
学习啦在线学习网 gardeners. Were their tools about?
Were any branches broken? Had the
weeds Been duly taken out
Under the 'spaliered pears, and were these lying
Nailed snug against the sunny bricks and drying
Their leaves and satisfying all their needs?
VI
She picked a stone up with a little pout, Stones
looked so ill in well-kept flower-borders.
Where should she put it? All the paths about Were
strewn with fair, red gravel by her orders.
学习啦在线学习网 No stone could mar their sifted smoothness. So She
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She stood a moment charmed by the swift blue Beyond
the river sedge.
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Purfled upon its wave-tops. Then, "Hullo,
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VII
学习啦在线学习网 The Lady Eunice caught a willow spray To save
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Which rippled to her feet. Then straight away She
peered down stream among the budding sallows.
A youth in leather breeches and a shirt Of finest broidered
lawn lay out upon
An overhanging bole and deftly swayed A
well-hooked fish which shone
In the pale lemon sunshine like a spurt
Of silver, bowed and damascened, and girt
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played.
VIII
The fish hung circled for a moment, ringed And
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and sparkled sunshine. And the shade
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the fish, who churned the air
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to snapping. Care
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Deft movements he kept fish and line in tight
Obedience to his will with every prod.
IX
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He drew back, pulled the rod to correspond, Tossed it and caught
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He caught it nearer to the point. At last The fish
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学习啦在线学习网 Eunice knew well the craft -- "What's
got the thing!" She cried. "What can have caused
--
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The fish will wriggle free." She stopped aghast.
学习啦在线学习网 He turned and bowed. One arm was in
a sling.
X
The broad, black ribbon she had thought his basket Must
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"I do not wonder, Madam, that you ask it." He smiled, for she
学习啦在线学习网 had spoke aloud. "The charm
学习啦在线学习网 Of trout fishing is in my eyes enhanced When you must play
your fish on land as well."
"How will you take him?" Eunice asked. "In
truth I really cannot tell.
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I never thought of that until he glanced
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XI
He watched the fish against the blowing sky, Writhing
and glittering, pulling at the line.
"The hook is fast, I might just let him die," He mused. "But
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Sense of true sportsmanship, I know it would," Cried Eunice. "Let
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学习啦在线学习网 She ran towards him. "It is so long
now Since I have felt a bite,
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Supple and strong, beside him, and her blood
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XII
She quickly seized the fish and with a stone Ended
学习啦在线学习网 its flurry, then removed the hook,
学习啦在线学习网 Untied the fly with well-poised fingers. Done, She
asked him where he kept his fishing-book.
He pointed to a coat flung on the ground. She searched the
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Replaced the fly, noticed a golden stamp Filling
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Two letters half rubbed out were there, and round
About them gay rococo flowers wound
And tossed a spray of roses to the clamp.