LONG time plain dealing in the Hauty Town, Wandring about, though in thread-bare Gown, At last unanimously was cry'd down. When almost starv'd, she to the Countrey fled, In hopes, though meanly she shou'd there be fed, And tumble Nightly on a Pea-straw Bed. But Knav'ry knowing her intent, took post, And Rumour'd her approach through every Coast, Vowing his Ruin that shou'd be her host. Frighted at this, each @3Rustick@1 shut his door, Bid her be gone, and trouble him no more, For he that entertain'd her must be poor. At this grief seiz'd her, grief too great to tell, When weeping, sighing, fainting, down she fell, Whil's K | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL NEW FRIENDS AND OLD FRIENDS by JOSEPH PARRY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 3. WINTER by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE |