Rare Engraved Vintage Swan Pin Cushion & Needle Holder Plated Whales GB Sewing

Description

Vintage Swan Pin Pillow & Case

Engraved with poemExcerpt from Alexander Smith Poem

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Clyde, the River



The Clyde



Alexander Smith (1830–1867)
















(From A Boy’s Poem)

THE MORNrose blue and glorious o’er the world;





The steamer left the black and oozy wharves,





And floated down between dark ranks of masts.





We heard the swarming streets, the noisy mills;





Saw sooty foundries full of glare and gloom,

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Great bellied chimneys tipped by tongues of flame,





Quiver in smoky heat. We slowly passed





Loud building yards, where every slip contained





A mighty vessel with a hundred men





Battering its iron sides. A cheer! a ship

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In a gay flutter of innumerous flags





Slid gayly to her home.At length the stream





Broadened ’tween banks of daisies,and afar





The shadows flew upon the sunny hills;





And down the river, ’gainst the pale blue sky,

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A town sat in its smoke. Look backward now!





Distance has stilled three hundred thousand hearts,





Drowned the loud roar of commerce, changed the proud





Metropolis, which turns all things to gold,





To a thick vapor o’er which stands a staff

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With smoky pennon streaming on the air.





Blotting the azure too, we floated on,





Leaving a long and weltering wake behind.





And now the grand and solitary hills





That never knew the toil and stress of man,

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Dappled with sun and cloud, rose far away.





My heart stood up to greet the distant land





Within the hollows of whose mountains lochs





Moan in their restless sleep; around whose peaks,





And craggy islands ever dim with rain,

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The lonely eagle flies. The ample stream





Widened into a sea. The boundless day





Was full of sunshine and divinest light,





And far above the region of the wind





The barred and rippled cirrus slept serene,

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With combed and winnowed streaks of faintest cloud





Melting into the blue. A sudden veil





Of rain dimmed all; and when the shade drew off,





Before us, out toward the mighty sun,





The firth was throbbing with glad flakes of light.

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The mountains from their solitary pines





Ran down in bleating pastures to the sea;





And round and round the yellow coasts I saw





Each curve and bend of the delightful shore





Hemmed with a line of villas white as foam.

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Far off, the village smiled amid the light;





And on the level sands the merriest troops





Of children sported with the laughing waves,





The sunshine glancing on their naked limbs.





White cottages, half smothered in rose-blooms,

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Peeped at us as we passed. We reached the pier.





Whence girls in fluttering dresses, shady hats,





Smiled rosy welcome. An impatient roar





Of hasty steam; from the broad paddles rushed





A flood of pale green foam, that hissed and freathed

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Ere it subsided in the quiet sea.





With a glad foot I leapt upon the shore,





And as I went, the frank and lavish winds





Told me about the lilac’s mass of bloom,





The slim laburnum showering golden tears,

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The roses of the gardens where they played.

Condition

Good Vintage Condition

Dimensions

1.75" x 0.75" x 1.25"
(L x W x H)