 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
 | James Hamilton Francis Peile - 1907 - 232 страници
...innocent looking, since Charles Kingsley wrote in his poem, "The Poacher's Widow," of the peasant — " Worse housed than your hacks and your pointers, Worse fed than your pigs and your sheep." And then follow the lines which, as you remember, Lancelot Smith would not read,... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - 1909 - 636 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,... | |
 | Peter Hampson Ditchfield - 1912 - 422 страници
...of the cold clay floor, » you parted us all for three months, Squr At the dreary workhouse door. ' We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders What self-respect...could we keep. Worse housed than your hacks and your po Worse fed than your hogs and your £ ' Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1913 - 370 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,... | |
 | John Merrin - 1915 - 300 страници
...h'ttle ones lay ; While the rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed And the walls let in the day. " We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders ? What...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... | |
 | Algernon de Vivier Tassin - 1923 - 456 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,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 408 страници
...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...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep '( " Our daughters, with base-born babies, Hare wandered away in their shame ; If your misses... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1927 - 264 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 - 1899 - 796 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,... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1848 - 774 страници
...your barley-fed hares robbed the garden At our starving children's feet ; 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. When packed in one reeking hovel, Man, maid, mother, and sucklings lay ; While the rain ]>attercd in... | |
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