Poems, Ballads, and Bucolics by Hardwicke Drummond RawnsleyPoems, Ballads, and Bucolics by Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley

Poems, Ballads, and Bucolics

byHardwicke Drummond Rawnsley

Paperback | May 11, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 Excerpt: ...caverned deep, I saw the light That burns before the last lamp dies. I asked his state and whence he came: "I once had friends," he made reply, "On Lincoln's wold they know my name, I could not beg, but I can die. "My wife beside our child was laid, I dared not pass the churchyard gate, My door was locked, my last debt paid, I wandered off disconsolate. "1 left the golden breadths of corn, The whirling mills, the fruitful fen, They loved me well where I was born, None knew me in this maze of men. "I craved employ, with no avail,"--And here his voice grew hoarse and low,-"They looked me o'er, they heard my tale, They bade me to the workhouse go. "I asked it not--one gave me bread, A pictured paper wrapped it round; There of the People's Hall I read, And hither faint my way was found. "Oh, bitter quest, to prove in vain! Books feed, but are not body's food! But now, well past my hunger's pain, The right of resting here is good. "This gorgeous roof of royal span, This golden gallery's purple dome, At least have made a dying man Feel love has still on earth a home." He spake, and swooning smote the floor, His face showed where his soul had flown; Dead, in the Palace of the Poor, In Christian England's wealthiest town! Then half in wrath and half in grief Old Moses muttered at my side--"The poorest poor shall find relief, Messiah can no longer hide!" "A little before 2 o'clock on the afternoon of Wednesday the 17th, a poorly but respectably dressed old man, cleanly in appearance, and with well blacked shoes, staggered into the premises of the People's Palace, dying ot starvation. Too weak to coherently explain his condition, he was led into the office, and supplied by the clerks there in ...
Title:Poems, Ballads, and BucolicsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:40 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.08 inPublished:May 11, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217030629

ISBN - 13:9780217030625