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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alice Fell, Or Poverty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE post-boy drove with fierce career,<br>For threatening clouds the moon had drowned;<br>When, as we hurried on, my ear<br>Was smitten with a startling sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if the wind blew many ways,<br>I heard the sound,-and more and more;<br>It seemed to follow with the chaise,<br>And still I heard it as before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length I to the boy called out;<br>He stopped his horses at the word, <br>But neither cry, nor voice, nor shout,<br>Nor aught else like it, could be heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boy then smacked his whip, and fast<br>The horses scampered through the rain;<br>But, hearing soon upon the blast<br>The cry, I bade him halt again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forthwith alighting on the ground,<br>'Whence comes,' said I, 'this piteous moan?'<br>And there a little Girl I found,<br>Sitting behind the chaise, alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My cloak!' no other word she spake,<br>But loud and bitterly she wept,<br>As if her innocent heart would break;<br>And down from off her seat she leapt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What ails you, child?'-she sobbed 'Look here!'<br>I saw it in the wheel entangled,<br>A weather-beaten rag as e'er<br>From any garden scare-crow dangled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, twisted between nave and spoke,<br>It hung, nor could at once be freed; <br>But our joint pains unloosed the cloak,<br>A miserable rag indeed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And whither are you going, child,<br>To-night alone these lonesome ways?'<br>'To Durham,' answered she, half wild-<br>'Then come with me into the chaise.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Insensible to all relief<br>Sat the poor girl, and forth did send <br>Sob after sob, as if her grief<br>Could never, never have an end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My child, in Durham do you dwell?'<br>She checked herself in her distress,<br>And said, 'My name is Alice Fell;<br>I'm fatherless and motherless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And I to Durham, Sir, belong.'<br>Again, as if the thought would choke<br>Her very heart, her grief grew strong;<br>And all was for her tattered cloak! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chaise drove on; our journey's end<br>Was nigh; and, sitting by my side,<br>As if she had lost her only friend<br>She wept, nor would be pacified.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up to the tavern-door we post;<br>Of Alice and her grief I told;<br>And I gave money to the host,<br>To buy a new cloak for the old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And let it be of duffil grey,<br>As warm a cloak as man can sell!' <br>Proud creature was she the next day,<br>The little orphan, Alice Fell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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