 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 - 1106 страници
...rain pattered in on the rotten bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; " When we lay in the burning ^ 9$N 6 N 6 v Z ! F q ڬ A s8j U0 hVD = Қ g˭ <+ ` Q U * 4 5ۑ 3 C N $m workhouse door. " We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep, Worse... | |
 | Edwin Markham - 1927 - 362 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, "We quarreled like brutes, and who wonders? What self-respect could we keep — Worse housed than your... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1914 - 874 страници
...dull imagination and the fact that one has never been easy, will never make it anything but hard to be 'Worse housed than your hacks and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep.' At thirty, Ann was an old woman, with hardly any of the gleaming row of strong teeth left,... | |
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