 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 - Sayfa 961851Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Charles Kingsley - 1851 - 406 sayfa
...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...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? 'And yet he has the impudence to say he don't mean me !' grumbled the old man. Tregarva winced... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1851 - 358 sayfa
...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...like brutes, and who wonders? What self-respect could wo keep , Worae housed than your hacks and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep?... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1851 - 384 sayfa
...floor, Till you parted us all for three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse-door. We quarreled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep i ' And yet he has the impudence to say he don't mean me P grumbled the old man. Tregarva winced... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1851 - 324 sayfa
...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...three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse-door. We quarreled like brutes, and who wonders 1 What self-respect could we keep, Worse housed than your hacks... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1851 - 418 sayfa
...for three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse-door. We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders P What self-respect could we keep, Worse housed than...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep P ' And yet he has the impudence to say he don't mean me !' grumbled the old man. Tregarva winced... | |
 | Charles Kingsley, Frederick Denison Maurice - 1856 - 298 sayfa
...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...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame ; If your misses had... | |
 | Charles Kingsley, Frederick Denison Maurice - 1856 - 308 sayfa
...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...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame; If your misses had slept,... | |
 | Charles Kingsley, Frederick Denison Maurice - 1856 - 294 sayfa
...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...and your pointers. Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame ; If your misses had... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1856 - 312 sayfa
...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...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame; If your misses had slept,... | |
 | Charles Kingsley, Frederick Denison Maurice - 1856 - 310 sayfa
...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...and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep ? Our daughters with base-born babies Have wandered away in their shame; If your misses had slept,... | |
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