Maud muller. John Greenleaf Whittier 2019-01-26

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Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. That I the Judge's bride might be! She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, And filled for him her small tin cup, And blushed as she gave it, looking down On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane. In this classic poem, Maud meets the love of her life, but neither she nor the Judge reacts to their meeting, and both grow old separately. Then Maud begins to daydream about being the judge's wife. .

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John Greenleaf Whittier

maud muller

Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. And oft, when the summer sun shone hot On the new-mown hay in the meadow lot, And she heard the little spring brook fall Over the roadside, through the wall, In the shade of the apple-tree again She saw a rider draw his rein. Gilt on the page edging. Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls Stretched away into stately halls; The weary wheel to a spinet turned, The tallow candle an astral burned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. The full leather binding, with gilt title and tools on front, is in very good condition, with a barely noticeable indent to the front. He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And asked a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road.

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So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on, And Maud was left in the field alone. She is married to a rough, boorish country fellow, who spends most of their little earnings over the bar of the village tavern. She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, And filled for him her small tin cup, And blushed as she gave it, looking down On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown. Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls Stretched away into stately halls; The weary wheel to a spinet turned, The tallow candle an astral burned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Oft, when the wine in his glass was red, He longed for the wayside well instead; And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms To dream of meadows and clover-blooms.

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Maud Muller poem

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He wedded a wife of richest dower, Who lived for fashion, as he for power. But when she glanced to the far-off town White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast,- A wish that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known. On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosses, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. “And I ’d feed the hungry and clothe the poor, And all should bless me who left our door. Dust Jacket Condition: No Dust Jacket. The musicality of Whittier's poem becomes evident with the beginning couplet, which sets the tone of season and Maud Muller's character. Narrative and Legendary Poems Maud Muller The recollection of some descendants of a Hessian deserter in the Revolutionary war bearing the name of Muller doubtless suggested the somewhat infelicitous title of a New England idyl.

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Maud Muller (1909)

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Cover and spine inj gilt. Today a marker indicates the spot where Whittier reportedly stopped for drink. And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown And her graceful ankles bare and brown; And listened, while a pleased surprise Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes. Will he survive long enough to warn the American people their democracy has been stolen from them? The judge thanks Maud, compliments her beauty, and then remarks about the loveliness of the countryside. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. Now you also see the original illustrations from the 1867 hardcover edition. “He would dress me up in silks so fine, And praise and toast me at his wine.

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John Greenleaf Whittier

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He wedded a wife of richest dower, Who lived for fashion, as he for power. And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown, And her graceful ankles bare and brown; And listened, while a pleased surprise Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes. “Free as when I rode that day, Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay. Sex, laughs and dash of fantasy Alice is convinced the secret to happiness is finding a virile incredibly handsome man like the ones in romance novels. Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls Stretched away into stately halls; The weary wheel to a spinet turned, The tallow candle an astral burned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law.

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Maud Muller by John Greenleaf Whittier (English) Hardcover Book Free Shipping! 9781340125134

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Very good in publisher's green cloth with bevelled edges, black embossed decoration and gilt titles. But care and sorrow, and child-birth pain, Left their traces on heart and brain. She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, And filled for him her small tin cup, And blushed as she gave it, looking down On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown. That I the Judge's bride might be! Yale Book of American Verse. Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls Stretched away into stately halls; The weary wheel to a spinet turned, The tallow candle an astral burned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. At last, like one who for delay Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away. A very attractive copy of a wistful tale.

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Maud Muller. Narrative and Legendary Poems. John Greenleaf Whittier. 1892. The Poetical Works in Four Volumes

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From United Kingdom to U. Fifth Movement: The Regret of What If? He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road. This site is a member of WebRing. He wedded a wife of richest dower, Who lived for fashion, as he for power. About this Item: Castell Brothers, London, 1891. Very handsome, well preserved copy.

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Maud Muller poem

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Striving hard to clothe and feed the many hungry little urchins. At last, like one who for delay Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away. Oft, when the wine in his glass was red, He longed for the wayside well instead; And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms To dream of meadows and clover-blooms. And Maud forgot her briar-torn gown, And her graceful ankles bare and brown; And listened, while a pleasant surprise Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes. Original green cloth, gilt vignette to front board. But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain, Left their traces on heart and brain.

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