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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1859 edition. Excerpt: ... MAUD. L 1. I Hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood, Its lips in the field above are dabbled with bloodred heath, The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood, And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers 'Death.' B For there in the ghastly pit long Bince a body was found, His who had given me life--0 father! 0 God! was it well?--Mangled, and flatten'd, and crush'd, and dinted into the ground: There yet lies the rock that fell with him when he fell. Did he fling himself down? who knows 1 for a vast speculation had fail'd, And ever he mutter'd and madden'd, and ever wann'd with despair, And out he walk'd when the wind like a broken worldling wail'd, And the flying gold of the ruin'd woodlands drove thro' the air. I remember the time, for the roots of my hair were stirr'd By a shuffled step, by a dead weight trail'd, by a whisper'd fright, And my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heard The shrill-edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night. Villainy somewhere! whose t One says, we are villains all. Not he: his honest fame should at least by me be maintain'd: But that old man, now lord of the broad estate and the Hall, Dropt off gorged from a scheme that had left us flaccid and drain'd. Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace? we have made them a curse, Pickpockets, each hand lusting for all that is not its own; And lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it better or worse Than the heart of the citizen hissing in war on his, own hearthstone 1 7. But these are the days of advance, the works of the men of mind, When who but a fool would have faith in a tradesman's ware or his word 1 Is it peace or war? Civil war, as I think, and that of a kind The viler, as underhand, not openly...