Poetic Jewels. the Athenæum Collection of the World's Choicest Poetry
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But I'm so tired and sad.
POETIC JEWELS , 131 I'm glad it was a boy, sir, very glad, A man can fight along, can say his say, Is not looked down upon, holds up his head, And at a push can always earn his bread; Men have the best of it, in many a way.
But ah! 'tis hard indeed for girls to keep Decent and honest, tramping in a town, Their best but bad — made light of — beaten down, Forever wearying, wearying for sleep.
If they grow hard, go wrong, from bad to badder, Why, Parson dear, they're happ...ier being blind: They get no thanks for being good and kind — The better that they are, they feel the sadder!
Nineteen! Nineteen!
Only nineteen, and yet so old, so old; — I feel like fifty, Parson — I have been So wicked, I suppose, and life's so cold!
Ah, cruel are the wind and rain and snow.
And I've been out for years among them all: I scarce remember being w^eak and small Like Baby there — it was so long ago.
It does not seem that I was born, but woke One day in a dark room High up among the smoke, And trembling at the roaring of the gloom That hung around me (for you could not see The people from our window — only stone — Deep walls, black pits, and lanes — tho' drearily You heard the deep streets groan); And I was all alone, and looking out.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
But I'm so tired and sad.
POETIC JEWELS , 131 I'm glad it was a boy, sir, very glad, A man can fight along, can say his say, Is not looked down upon, holds up his head, And at a push can always earn his bread; Men have the best of it, in many a way.
But ah! 'tis hard indeed for girls to keep Decent and honest, tramping in a town, Their best but bad — made light of — beaten down, Forever wearying, wearying for sleep.
If they grow hard, go wrong, from bad to badder, Why, Parson dear, they're happ...ier being blind: They get no thanks for being good and kind — The better that they are, they feel the sadder!
Nineteen! Nineteen!
Only nineteen, and yet so old, so old; — I feel like fifty, Parson — I have been So wicked, I suppose, and life's so cold!
Ah, cruel are the wind and rain and snow.
And I've been out for years among them all: I scarce remember being w^eak and small Like Baby there — it was so long ago.
It does not seem that I was born, but woke One day in a dark room High up among the smoke, And trembling at the roaring of the gloom That hung around me (for you could not see The people from our window — only stone — Deep walls, black pits, and lanes — tho' drearily You heard the deep streets groan); And I was all alone, and looking out.
What to read after Poetic Jewels. the Athenæum Collection of the World's Choicest Poetry?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by E T Roe to read onlineMoreLess
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