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I HATE the dreadful hollow behind the little wood, Maud Its lips in the field above are dabbled with ol blood-red heath, egbe tinde sa T The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror

of blood,

And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers 'Death.'


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For there in the ghastly pit long since a body
was found,
His who had given me life-O father 1 : 0
God! was it well?-

Mangled, and flatten'd, and crush'd, and dinted
into the ground:

There yet lies the rock that fell with him when he fell.

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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 GMA GUAM IA


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,

bore to And my pulses closed their gates with a shock raw on my heart as I heard

The shrill-edged shriek of a mother divide the

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But that old man, now lord of the broad estate and the Hall,

Dropt off gorged from a scheme that had left

us flaccid and drain'd.

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Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace?
So we have made them



Pickpockets, each hand lusting for all that is

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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 his own hearthstone?

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But these are the days of advance, the works of the men of mind,

When who but a fool would have faith in a tradesman's ware or his word?

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Sooner or later I too may passively take the print
Of the golden age-why not? I have neither
hope nor trust;

May make
my heart as a millstone, set my face
as a flint,

Cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows?
we are ashes and dust.


Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the
days gone by,

When the poor are hovell'd and hustled to-
gether, each sex, like swine.chatbildo
When only the ledger lives, and when only not
all men lie;
Peace in her vineyard-yes!but a company
forges the wine.


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Andrs the vitriol madness flushes ups in the
ruffian's head, { snoterined awo aid
Till the filthy by-lane rings to the yell of the
trampled wife,

And chalk, and alum and plaster are sold to the
poor for bread,

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And the spirit of murder works in the very

means of life,

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And Sleep must lie down arm'd, for the villain

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Grind on
moonless nights,

on the wakeful ear in the hush of the
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While another is cheating the sick of a few last Jewit 300 equit gasps, as he sits

To pestle a poison'd poison behind his crimson

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a burial fee, And Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of children's bones,odu za dons roding Is it peace or war? better, war! loud war by land and by sea,


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with: anthousand battles, and shaking a hundred thrones.

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