 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 961851Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotten bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; " When we lay in the burning lance mouths, squire, At the cursed workhouse door. " We quarrelled like brutes, und who wonders ? What self-respect... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1881 - 412 страници
...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 for three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse door. " ' We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep, Worse... | |
 | Gus Williams - 1881 - 556 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotten 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 for three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse door. " We quarrelled like brutes — and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep,... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1882 - 356 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 parted us all for three months, squire, At the dreary workhouse door. " We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep,... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1883 - 368 страници
...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 for three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse door. " 'We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders? "What self-respect could we keep, Worse... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1884 - 366 страници
...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 for three months, squire. At the cursed workhouse door. " ' We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep, Worse... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1885 - 352 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 parted us all for three months, squire, At the dreary workhouse door. " We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep,... | |
 | Henry Fitz Randolph - 1887 - 344 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotten 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 for three months, squire, At the dreary workhouse door. ' We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1889 - 928 страници
...cast we should have been no better than they. The poacher's widow in " Yeast " sings very truly — " We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders? What self-respect...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... | |
 | 1890 - 438 страници
...well when he makes the poacher's wife say to the squire in "Yeast":— " We quarrelled like beasts ; and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep...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... | |
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