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I had been a patient wife: but, Sir, he said
he never know
So Mary said, and Dora hid her face
“I have been to blame—to blame. I have kill'd my son. I have kill'd him—but I loved him—my dear son. May God forgive me!--I have been to blame.
Kiss me, my
Then they clung about The old man's neck, and kiss'd him many
times. And all the man was broken with remorse ; And all his love came back a hundredfold ; And for three hours he sobb’d o'er William's child, Thinking of William.
So those four abode
Within one house together; and as years Went forward, Mary took another mate; But Dora lived unmarried till her death.
THE Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a room For love or money.
Let us picnic there At Audley Court."
I spoke, while Audley feast Humm'd like a hive all round the narrow quay, To Francis, with a basket on his arm, To Francis just alighted from the boat, And breathing of the sea. “ With all my heart," Said Francis. Then we shoulder'd through the swarm, And rounded by the stillness of the beach To where the bay runs up its latest horn.
We left the dying ebb that faintly lipp'd The flat red granite; so by many a sweep
Of meadow smooth from aftermath we reach'd
The griffin-guarded gates, and pass'd thro' all
There, on a slope of orchard, Francis laid
Prime, which I knew; and so we sat and eat
The races went, and who would rent the hall:
the game, how scarce it was This season; glancing thence, discuss'd the farm, The fourfield system, and the price of grain ; And struck upon the corn-laws, where we split,
And came again together on the king
“Oh! who would fight and march and countermarch,
“ Oh! who would cast and balance at a desk,
life. “ Who'd serve the state? for if I carv'd my name Upon the cliffs that guard my native land, I might as well have traced it in the sands; The sea wastes all : but let me live
life. • Oh! who would love? I woo'd a woman once, But she was sharper than an eastern wind, And all my heart turn’d from her, as a thorn Turns from the sea : but let me live life.”
He sang his song, and I replied with mine : I found it in a volume, all of songs,