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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365908" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Confession</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I'm ill, I'm ill, ' said Rockingham, <br>‘I'm ill, ' then took to his bed, <br>He tossed and turned in his fever there<br>As the visions danced in his head.<br>He couldn't tell if the world outside<br>Was real, or a crazy dream, <br>But muttered into the night, instead<br>Of some of the things he'd seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His wife, Marie, was a surly wench<br>She said, ‘I'll not be a nurse! <br>I'll not be tied to a sick man's bed<br>And left the room, with a curse.<br>She called the maid and she told her: ‘Sit! <br>And mop at the old man's brow, <br>I'll be abroad in the coach and six, <br>If he dies, go milk the cow! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fever turned to delerium<br>As he tossed and turned all night, <br>The doctor came, and he feared for him<br>As he lay in the grey twilight, <br>He used up seventeen leeches as<br>He blooded him, full sore, <br>But Rockingham was a haunted man<br>From a time of long before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From time to time, he would sit up straight<br>And stare, with an awful dread, <br>As the ghost of Harold Murchison<br>Would hover, over his bed.<br>‘Don't come for me, it was my Marie<br>That you wanted - She was a witch! <br>If only you'd taken her off from me, <br>She's such a God-awful bitch! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fell back onto the pillow, cried<br>At the mess he'd made of his life, <br>And the worst mistake he'd ever made<br>Was to make Marie his wife, <br>She'd married him for the Castle gate<br>And the pride of a titled name, <br>But her love had stayed with Murchison<br>And she saw him, just the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At midnight they had hurried the priest<br>And the constable came too, <br>‘I think he'll be dead by morning, ' said<br>The doc: ‘Not much I can do! '<br>But Rockingham tossed as one quite lost<br>While the ghost lay in his mind, <br>‘It's true, it's true! What was I to do? <br>I poisoned her Harry's wine! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fell back onto the pillow, slept<br>In the peace of the almost dead, <br>For Murchison had faded away<br>At the words that he'd just said, <br>He woke that morn when a thunderstorm<br>Flash-flooded over the floor, <br>His eyes were bright from his endless night, <br>But the hangman stood at the door!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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‘I'm ill, ' then took to his bed, 
He tossed and turned in his fever there
As the visions danced in his head.
He couldn't tell if the world outside
Was real, or a crazy dream, 
But muttered into the night..."></div>
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