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" When, packed in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother, and little ones lay; While the rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day. 'When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor, Till you parted us all... "
The North American Miscellany - Страница 96
1851
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Yeast: A Problem

Charles Kingsley - 1851 - 379 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor, Till you...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? 'And yet he has the impudence to say he don't mean me !' grumbled the old man. Tregarva winced...

Yeast: A Problem

Charles Kingsley - 1851 - 337 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day; When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor, Till you...like brutes, and who wonders? What self-respect could wo keep , Worae housed than your hacks and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep?...

Yeast: A Problem

Charles Kingsley - 1851 - 292 страници
...floor, Till you parted us all for three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse-door. We quarreled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep i ' And yet he has the impudence to say he don't mean me P grumbled the old man. Tregarva winced...

Yeast: A Problem

Charles Kingsley - 1851 - 292 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor. Till you...three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse-door. We quarreled like brutes, and who wonders 1 What self-respect could we keep, Worse housed than your hacks...

Yeast, a problem [by C. Kingsley]. Repr., with corrections and additions ...

Charles Kingsley - 1851
...for three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse-door. We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders P What self-respect could we keep, Worse housed than...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep P ' And yet he has the impudence to say he don't mean me !' grumbled the old man. Tregarva winced...

Poems

Charles Kingsley - 1856 - 284 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor, Till you...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame ; If your misses had...

Poems

Charles Kingsley, Frederick Denison Maurice - 1856 - 284 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor, Till you...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame; If your misses had slept,...

POEMS

CHARLES KINGSLEY - 1856
...rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor. Till you...and your pointers. Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame ; If your misses had...

Poems

Charles Kingsley, Frederick Denison Maurice - 1856 - 284 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor, Till you...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame; If your misses had slept,...

Poems

Charles Kingsley - 1856 - 284 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor, Till you...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame; If your misses had slept,...




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