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I HATE the dreadful hollow behind the little wood, Maud Its lips in the field above are dabbled with at blood-red heath,o doinda hoghs illudo sd T The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood,
And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers 'Death.'
For there in the ghastly pit long since a body
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Did he fling himself down?
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life father! Ő
Maud And ever he mutter'd and madden'd, and ever wann'd with despair,
And out he walk'd when the wind like a broken worldling wail'd,
And the flying gold of the ruin'd woodlands 2 drove thro' the airo GUA¡GUAM
I remember the time, for the roots of my hair were stirr'd
By a shuffled step, by a dead weight trail'd, by a whisper'd fright, bnets And my pulses closed their gates with a shock daw on my heart as I heard The shrill-edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night.ith abs! B'ddaber sit boold to edil br/
One says, we
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Villainy somewhere! whose?
Not he: his honest fame should at least by me
But that old man, now lord of the broad estate
Dropt off gorged from a scheme that had left
Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace?
not its own;
And lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it Maud better or worse
Than the heart of the citizen hissing in war on
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But these are the days of advance, the works
When who but a fool would have faith in a
Is it peace or war?
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Sooner or later I too may passively take the print
Cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows?
Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by,
When the poor are hovell'd and hustled together, each sex, like swine.erbildo When only the ledger lives, and when only not all men lie;
Peace in her vineyard-yes!but a company forges the wine.
Andis the vitriol madness flushes sups in the ogotedorsed awo did
Till the filthy by-lane rings to the yell of the trampled wife,
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And chalk, and alum and plaster are sold to the
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And Sleep must lie down arm'd, for the villainous centre-bits
Grind on the wakeful ear in the hush of the nights,
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While another is cheating the sick of a few last
When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for
And Timout-Mammon grins on a pile of
Is it peace or war? better, war! loud war by
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