Benjamin Penhallow Shillaber Poems

'Twas a brave old spot, and deep was the shade
By the fast-locked boughs of the elm-trees made,
Where the sun scarce looked with his fiery eye,
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Late one evening I was sitting, gloomy shadows round
Me flitting,--
Mrs. Partington, a-knitting occupied the grate before;
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She faded, O, she faded!
And the roses fled her cheek,
And her voice, that caroled like a bird’s,
Grew tremulous and weak!
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I see him at his case,
With his anxious cheerless face,
Worn and brown;
And the types’ unceasing click,
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In the younger days of the colonies,
When minions of the king held sway,
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