. Les œuvres dramatiques et poétiques d'Alfred Lord Tennyson. d,Se souvenir du jour où elle est venue d'abord,et toutes les choses qui ont été. Elle bowd downAnd pleura en secret ; les moissonneurs reapd,et le soleil est tombé, et tout le pays était sombre.Puis Dora est allé à Marys, maison stoodUpon et le seuil. Marie a vu les boyWas pas avec Dora. Elle éclate en louange à Dieu, pas que helpd dans sa veuve-hood.et Dora a dit : Mon oncle a pris le garçon;mais, Mary, laissez-moi vivre et travailler avec vous:Il dit qu'il ne pourra jamais me voir plus.Puis answerd Mary : Ce ne sera jamais,que tu dises prendre ma détresse sur toi;et

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. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. d, Remembering the day when first she came, And all the things that had been. She bowd downAnd wept in secret; and the reapers reapd, And the sun fell, and all the land was dark.Then Dora went to Marys house, and stoodUpon the threshold. Mary saw the boyWas not with Dora. She broke out in praise no To God, that helpd her in her widow-hood.And Dora said: My uncle took the boy;But, Mary, let me live and work with you:He says that he will never see me more.Then answerd Mary: This shall never be, That thou shouldst take my trouble on thyself;And, now I think, he shall not have the boy, For he will teach him hardness, and to slightHis mother. Therefore thou and I will go, And I will have my boy, and bring him home; 120 And I will beg of him to take thee back.But if he will not take thee back again, Then thou and I will live within one house, And work for Williams child, until he growsOf age to help us. So the women kissdEach other, and set out, and reachd the farm. 98 ENGLISH IDYLS AND OTHER POEMS. 1411 have been to blame to blame. I have killd my son.I have killd him — but 1 loved him —my dear sou The door was off the latch; they peepd, and saw The boy sol up betwixt his grand sires knees, Who thrust him in the hollows o his arm.And clapt him On the hands and on the cheeks, 130 Like one that loved him ; and the Lad stretchd out And babbled for the golden seal, that hungFrom Allans watch and sparkled by the Are.Then they came in ; but when the boy beholdHis mother, he cried out to conic to her;And Allan set him down, and Mary said: O father! — if you let 111c call yomso — 1 never came a-begging for my-self, Or William, or this child ; but now Icome For Dora; take her back, she lovesyon well. 140 () Sir, when William died, he died at peace With all men; for 1 askd him, and he said.He COUld not ever rue his marrying me — 1 had been a, patient wife; but, Sir, he saidThat lie was wrong to cross his father thus.God bl

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