The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe with his letters and journals, and his life, by his son. In eight volumes |
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“And here, my lord, we met—And who is here?
“The keeper's wife—Ah! woman, go not near!
“There lies the man that was the head of all—
“See, in his temples went the fatal ball!
“And James that instant, who was then our guide,
“Felt in his heart the adverse shot and died!
“It was a sudden meeting, and the light
“Of a dull moon made indistinct our fight;
“He foremost fell!—But see, the woman creeps
“Like a lost thing, that wanders as she sleeps.
“See, here her husband's body—but she knows
“That other dead! and that her action shows.
“Rachel! why look you at your mortal foe?—
“She does not hear us—Whither will she go?”
“The keeper's wife—Ah! woman, go not near!
“There lies the man that was the head of all—
“See, in his temples went the fatal ball!
“And James that instant, who was then our guide,
“Felt in his heart the adverse shot and died!
“It was a sudden meeting, and the light
“Of a dull moon made indistinct our fight;
“He foremost fell!—But see, the woman creeps
“Like a lost thing, that wanders as she sleeps.
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“That other dead! and that her action shows.
“Rachel! why look you at your mortal foe?—
“She does not hear us—Whither will she go?”
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