Felix Holt, The Radical - from Chapter 3
'Twas town, yet country too; you felt the warmth
Of clustering houses in the wintry time;
Supped with a friend, and went by lantern home.
Yet from your chamber window you could hear
The tiny bleat of new-yearned lambs, or see
The children bend beside the hedgerow banks
To pluck the primroses.
Of clustering houses in the wintry time;
Supped with a friend, and went by lantern home.
Yet from your chamber window you could hear
The tiny bleat of new-yearned lambs, or see
The children bend beside the hedgerow banks
To pluck the primroses.
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