| 1845 | |
| Before me begging did she stand, Pouring out sorrows like a sea; Grief after grief:—on English Land Such woes I knew could never be; | 1807 |
| Her suit no faltering scruples checked; Forth did she pour, in current free, Tales that could challenge no respect But from a blind credulity; | 1827 |
| She begged an alms; no scruple checked The current of her ready plea, Words that could challenge ... | 1832 |
| Before me begging did she stand And boldly urged a doleful plea, Grief after grief, on English land Such woes I knew could never be. | C. |
Before me begging did she stand,
Pouring out sorrows like a sea;
Grief after grief:—on English Land
Such woes I knew could never be;
Her suit no faltering scruples checked;
Forth did she pour, in current free,
Tales that could challenge no respect
But from a blind credulity;
She begged an alms; no scruple checked
The current of her ready plea,
Words that could challenge ...
Before me begging did she stand
And boldly urged a doleful plea,
Grief after grief, on English land
Such woes I knew could never be.
| 1807 | |
| With yellow flowers around, as with a golden band. | C. |