...meat ; And your barley-fed hares robbed the garden At our starving children's feet ; ' When pack'd in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother, and little ones lay ; While the rain patter'd in on the rotting bridebed, And the walls let in the day ; - When we lay in the burning fever...

...chamber, Man, maid, mother, and little ones lay ; While the rain patler'd in on the rotting hridehed, And the walls let in the day ; " When we lay in the hurning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor, Till you parted us all for three months, squire, At...

...neither work nor meat, And your barley-fed hares robbed the garden At our starving children's feet ; ' When, packed in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother,...you parted us all for three months, squire, At the dreary workhouse-door. ' We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep,...

...chances of the most energetic teacher when pitted against the corrupting influences of a homo " Where, packed in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother and little ones lay." Indeed, the material condition of the cottage, with its miserable rooms, and its unmentionable makeshifts...

...neither work nor meat, And your barley-fed hares robbed the garden At our starving children's feet. are tempere,! high, With hunger stung and wild necessity ; rotten bride-bnl. And the walls let in the day. " When we lay in the burning fever, On the mud of the...

...neither work nor meat, And your barley-fed hares robbed the garden At our starving children's feet ; " When, packed in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother,...you parted us all for three months, squire, At the dreary workhouse door. " We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep,...

...reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother, and little ones lay ; While the rain pattered in on the rotten palled us all for three months, squire, At the cursed workhouse door. " We quarrelled like brates,...

...neither work nor meat, And your barley-fed hares robbed the garden At our starving children's feet ; " When, packed in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother,...you parted us all for three months, squire, At the dreary workhouse door. " We quarreled like brutes, and who wonders ? What self-respect could we keep,...

...that there is no exaggeration in Canon Kingsley's picture of the cottage Where packed in one reekinpr chamber Man, maid, mother, and little ones lay, While the rain pattered in on the rotting bride bed, And the walls let in the day. It is true, no doubt, that I see the very worst cottages,...

...neither work nor meat, And your barley-fed hares robbed the garden At our starving children's feet ; "When, packed in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother,...little ones lay ; While the rain pattered in on the rotten bride-bed, And the walls let in the day ; ' ' When we la}^ in the burning fever, On the mud...