. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . wn by the hill I saw them rideIn a moment they were gone :Like a sudden sparkvStruck vainly in the returns the darkWith no more hope of light. A Monodrama. 27 X. Sick, am I sick of a jealous dread ? Was not one of the two at bcr side This new-made lord, whose splendour plucks The slavish hat from the villagers head ? Whose old grandfather has lately died, Gone to a blacker pit, for whom Grimy nakedness dragging his trucks And laying his trams in a poisond gloom Wrought, till he crept from a gutted mine Master of half a servile shire, And left
. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . wn by the hill I saw them rideIn a moment they were gone :Like a sudden sparkvStruck vainly in the returns the darkWith no more hope of light. A Monodrama. 27 X. Sick, am I sick of a jealous dread ? Was not one of the two at bcr side This new-made lord, whose splendour plucks The slavish hat from the villagers head ? Whose old grandfather has lately died, Gone to a blacker pit, for whom Grimy nakedness dragging his trucks And laying his trams in a poisond gloom Wrought, till he crept from a gutted mine Master of half a servile shire, And left his coal all turnd into gold To a grandson, first of his noble line, Rich in the grace all women desire. Strong in the power that all men adore. And simper and set their voices lower, And soften as if to a girl, and hold Awe-stricken breaths at a work divine, Seeing his gewgaw castle shine, New as his title, built last year, There amid perky larches and pine, And over the sullen-purple moor (Look at it) pricking a cockney ear. 28 Maud;. What, has he found my jewel out ? For one of the two that rode at herside Bound for the Hall, I am sure washe: Bound for the Hall, and I think fora bride. Blithe would her brothers accept-ance be. Maud could be gracious too, nodoubt To a lord, a captain, a padded shape. A bought commission, a waxen face, A rabbit mouth that is ever agape — Bought ? what is it he cannot buy ? And therefore splenetic, personal,base,A wounded thing with a rancorous war with myself and a wretched race,Sick, sick to the heart of life, am I. THIS BROAD BRIMMDHAWKER OF HOLY THINGS. III. Last week came one to the county town,To preach our poor little army play the game of the despot kings,Tho the state has done it and thrice as well :This broad-brimmd hawker of holy ear is crammd with his cotton, and ringsEven in dreams to the chink of his pence,This huckster put down war ! can he tell A Monodrama. ig Whether war be a cause or a consequen
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