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| type = poem | | type = poem | ||
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| continues = | | continues = | ||
| author = A.F. | | author = A.F. | ||
| title = The Ruined Cottage | | title = The Ruined Cottage | ||
| subtitle = New Hampshire Hills | | subtitle = (New Hampshire Hills) | ||
| untitled = | | untitled = | ||
| source title = | | source title = Harper's New Monthly Magazine | ||
| source details = | | source details = p.51 | ||
| publication date = | | publication date = | ||
| original date = | | original date = | ||
| notes = | | notes = Original text on [https://archive.org/stream/harpersnew51various#page/50/mode/2up Archive.org] | ||
| categories = | | categories = | ||
}} | }} | ||
... | {{Style P-Poem|poem=At night-fall, coming through the wood. | ||
: We reached a hill-top’s gloomy brow, | |||
Where one unpainted cottage stood, | |||
: Neglected, dark, and low. | |||
No lamp announced a living soul; | |||
: The chimney’s blue, reluctant thread | |||
Alone betrayed a burning coal | |||
: Of life where all seemed dead. | |||
Until, observing curiously, | |||
: And gazing back as on we went, | |||
One little pale face we could see | |||
: Close to the window bent. | |||
When late we reached the village street. | |||
: Cheerful and twinkling here and there, | |||
The house-dog ran to lick our feet— | |||
: Sweet was the household air! | |||
Yet in my mind I saw all night | |||
: That child’s face watching by the pane, | |||
And passed once more that weary way, | |||
: And lingered there again. | |||
At dawn I rose, and walking forth, | |||
: Met one who toiled upon the road, | |||
Morning or evening nothing loath | |||
: With talk to ease time’s load. | |||
He knew the young man once, he said, | |||
: Who brought his wife home to that farm ; | |||
Now all his decency is dead, | |||
: And devils round him swarm. | |||
For he would drink when morning came, | |||
: And drink before the noon was past, | |||
And afternoons were all the same, | |||
: Long as his means would last. | |||
Master of numerous herds was he; | |||
: All gone, his endless thirst to feed. | |||
His wife—ah! weary days had she, | |||
: And bitter grew her need. | |||
Now she will have no trouble more ; | |||
: Her griefs have all been laid to sleep ; | |||
But devils round his chamber floor | |||
: Their endless dances keep. | |||
He hardly lifts his heavy head ; | |||
: He lies in wretchedness all day ; | |||
And when the night comes, it is said, | |||
: Begins the devils’ play. | |||
“Were there no children?” I inquired, | |||
: And shuddered as I spoke the words, | |||
While two young maidens, health-inspired, | |||
: Went singing by like birds. | |||
Ah, yes! Alas! one little girl. | |||
: I wonder where the child is now ? | |||
He, drowned in such a dreadful whirl, | |||
: Can not much further go. | |||
The morning sun was brave and gay, | |||
: And birds were filling earth with song. | |||
While still my heart repassed that way, | |||
: That rocky hill of wrong. | |||
Still sits the child beside the pane, | |||
: And gazes on the clouded sky ; | |||
Her solitude is mine again, | |||
: And mine her agony. | |||
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| untitled = | | notes = Bay with many sailers парусник | ||
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| author = | | author = | ||
| title = | | title = Irdhi-Pada | ||
| untitled = | | subtitle = The “Divine Foot” or Power of Instant Locomotion Through the Air, from Place to Place | ||
| notes = | | untitled = | ||
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| notes = From the London Spiritualist | |||
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}} | }} | ||
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