【英文原著类】ballads(民歌).pdf

Ballads
Ballads
Horatio Alger, Jr.
1875
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Ballads
BALLADS.
GRAND'THER BALDWIN'S THANKSGIVING
UNDERNEATH protected branches, from the highway just aloof;
Stands the house of Grand'ther Baldwin, with its gently sloping roof.
Square of shape and solid-timbered, it was standing, I have heard, In
the days of Whig and Tory, under royal e the Third.
Many a time, I well remember, I have gazed with Childish awe At the
bullet-hole remaining in the sturdy oaken door,
Turning round half-apprehensive (recking not how time had fled) Of
the lurking, savage foeman from whose musket it was sped..
Not far off, the barn, plethoric with the autumn's harvest spoils, Holds
the farmer's well-earned trophies--the guerdon of his toils;
Filled the lofts with hay, sweet-scented, ravished from the meadows
green, While beneath are stalled the cattle, with their quiet, drowsy mien.
Deep and spacious are the grain-bins, brimming o'er with nature's gold;
Here are piles of yellow pumpkins on the barn-floor loosely rolled.
Just below in deep recesses, safe from wintry frost chill, There are
heaps of ruddy apples from the orchard the hill.
Many a year has Grand'ther Baldwin in the old house dwelt in peace,
As his hair each year grew whiter, he has seen his herds increase.
Sturdy sons ely daughters, growing up from childish plays,
One by one have met life's duties, and gone forth their several ways.
Hushed the voice of childish laughter, hushed is childhood's merry
tone, the fireside Grand'ther Baldwin and his good wife sit alone.
Turning round half-apprehensive (recking not how time had fled) Of
the lurking savage foeman from whose musket it was sped.
Not far off, the barn, plethoric with the autumn harvest spoils, Holds
the farmer's well-earned trophies--the guerdon of his toils;
Filled the lofts with hay, sweet-scented, ravished from the meadows
green, While beneath are stalled the cattle, with their quiet drowsy mien.
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Ballads
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