Daily Archives: November 8, 2015

The Itinerant Singing Girl By Jane Francesca Wilde

Fatherless and motherless, no brothers have I, And all my little sisters in the cold grave lie; Wasted with hunger I saw them falling dead — Lonely and bitter are the tears I shed. Friendless and loverless, I wander to … Continue reading

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Give Me Three Grains Of Corn, Mother By Amelia Blanford Edwards

Give me three grains of corn, Mother, Only three grains of corn; It will keep the little life I have Till the coming of the morn. I am dying of hunger and cold, Mother, Dying of hunger and cold; And … Continue reading

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The Eviction by William Allingham

In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady grave array Threescore well-arm’d police pursue their way; Each tall and bearded man a rifle swings, And under each greatcoat … Continue reading

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A Gravestone by William Allingham

Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, And sunsets. Put a mossy stone, With mortal name and date, a harp And bunch of wild flowers, carven sharp; … Continue reading

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