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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grandmother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?<br>Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.<br>And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise,<br>Never the wife for Willy: he would n't take my advice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II.<br>For, Annie, you see, her father was not the man to save,<br>Had n't a head to manage, and drank himself into his grave.<br>Pretty enough, very pretty! but I was against it for one.<br>Eh!--but he would n't hear me--and Willy, you say, is gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III.<br>Willy, my beauty, my eldest-born, the flower of the flock;<br>Never a man could fling him: for Willy stood like a rock.<br>`Here's a leg for a babe of a week!' says doctor; and he would be bound,<br>There was not his like that year in twenty parishes round. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IV.<br>Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his tongue!<br>I ought to have gone before him: I wonder he went so young.<br>I cannot cry for him, Annie: I have not long to stay;<br>Perhaps I shall see him the sooner, for he lived far away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> V.<br>Why do you look at me, Annie? you think I am hard and cold;<br>But all my children have gone before me, I am so old:<br>I cannot weep for Willy, nor can I weep for the rest;<br>Only at your age, Annie, I could have wept with the best. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VI.<br>For I remember a quarrel I had with your father, my dear,<br>All for a slanderous story, that cost me many a tear.<br>I mean your grandfather, Annie: it cost me a world of woe,<br>Seventy years ago, my darling, seventy years ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VII.<br>For Jenny, my cousin, had come to the place, and I knew right well<br>That Jenny had tript in her time: I knew, but I would not tell.<br>And she to be coming and slandering me, the base little liar!<br>But the tongue is a fire as you know, my dear, the tongue is a fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VIII.<br>And the parson made it his text that week, and he said likewise,<br>That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies,<br>That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright,<br>But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IX.<br>And Willy had not been down to the farm for a week and a day;<br>And all things look'd half-dead, tho' it was the middle of May.<br>Jenny, to slander me, who knew what Jenny had been!<br>But soiling another, Annie, will never make oneself clean. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> X.<br>And I cried myself well-nigh blind, and all of an evening late<br>I climb'd to the top of the garth, and stood by the road at the gate.<br>The moon like a rick on fire was rising over the dale,<br>And whit, whit, whit, in the bush beside me chirrupt the nightingale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XI.<br>All of a sudden he stopt: there past by the gate of the farm,<br>Willy,--he did n't see me,--and Jenny hung on his arm.<br>Out into the road I started, and spoke I scarce knew how;<br>Ah, there's no fool like the old one -- it makes me angry now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XII.<br>Willy stood up like a man, and look'd the thing that he meant;<br>Jenny, the viper, made me a mocking courtesy and went.<br>And I said, `Let us part: in a hundred years it'll all be the same,<br>You cannot love me at all, if you love not my good name.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XIII.<br>And he turn'd, and I saw his eyes all wet, in the sweet moonshine:<br>Sweetheart, I love you so well that your good name is mine.<br>And what do I care for Jane, let her speak of you well of ill;<br>But marry me out of hand: we two shall be happy still.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XIV.<br>`Marry you, Willy!' said I, `but I needs must speak my mind,<br>And I fear you'll listen to tales, be jealous and hard and unkind.'<br>But he turn'd and claspt me in his arms, and answer'd, `No, love, no;'<br>Seventy years ago, my darling, seventy years ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XV.<br>So Willy and I were wedded: I wore a lilac gown;<br>And the ringers rang with a will, and he gave the ringers a crown.<br>But the first that ever I bare was dead before he was born,<br>Shadow and shine is life, little Annie, flower and thorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XVI.<br>That was the first time, too, that ever I thought of death.<br>There lay the sweet little body that never had drawn a breath.<br>I had not wept, little Anne, not since I had been a wife;<br>But I wept like a child that day, for the babe had fought for his life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XVII.<br>His dear little face was troubled, as if with anger or pain:<br>I look'd at the still little body--his trouble had all been in vain.<br>For Willy I cannot weep, I shall see him another morn:<br>But I wept like a child for the child that was dead before he was born. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XVIII.<br>But he cheer'd me, my good man, for he seldom said me nay:<br>Kind, like a man, was he; like a man, too, would have his way:<br>Never jealous--not he: we had many a happy year;<br>And he died, and I could not weep--my own time seem'd so near. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XIX.<br>But I wish'd it had been God's will that I, too, then could have died:<br>I began to be tired a little, and fain had slept at his side.<br>And that was ten years back, or more, if I don't forget:<br>But as to the children, Annie, they're all about me yet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XX.<br>Pattering over the boards, my Annie who left me at two,<br>Patter she goes, my own little Annie, an Annie like you:<br>Pattering over the boards, she comes and goes at her will,<br>While Harry is in the five-acre and Charlie ploughing the hill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XXI.<br>And Harry and Charlie, I hear them too--they sing to their team:<br>Often they come to the door in a pleasant kind of a dream.<br>They come and sit by my chair, they hover about my bed--<br>I am not always certain if they be alive or dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XXII.<br>And yet I know for a truth, there's none of them left alive;<br>For Harry went at sixty, your father at sixty- five:<br>And Willy, my eldest born, at nigh threescore and ten;<br>I knew them all as babies, and now they're elderly men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XXIII.<br>For mine is a time of peace, it is not often I grieve;<br>I am oftener sitting at home in my father's farm at eve:<br>And the neighbors come and laugh and gossip, and so do I;<br>I find myself often laughing at things that have long gone by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XXIV.<br>To be sure the preacher says, our sins should make us sad:<br>But mine is a time of peace, and there is Grace to be had;<br>And God, not man, is the Judge of us all when life shall cease;<br>And in this Book, little Annie, the message is one of Peace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XXV.<br>And age is a time of peace, so it be free from pain,<br>And happy has been my life; but I would not live it again.<br>I seem to be tired a little, that's all, and long for rest;<br>Only at your age, Annie, I could have wept with the best. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XXVI.<br>So Willy has gone, my beauty, my eldest-born, my flower;<br>But how can I weep for Willy, he has but gone for an hour,--<br>Gone for a minute, my son, from this room into the next;<br>I, too, shall go in a minute. What time have I to be vext? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> XXVII.<br>And Willy's wife has written, she never was over-wise.<br>Get me my glasses, Annie: thank God that I keep my eyes.<br>There is but a trifle left you, when I shall have past away.<br>But stay with the old woman now: you cannot have long to stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q>
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And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?
Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.
And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise,
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