 We should be seen, my dear; they would spy us out of the town. The loud black nights for us, and the storm rushing over the down, When I cannot see my own hand, but am led by the creak of the chain, And grovel and grope for my son till I find myself drenched...  Macmillan's Magazine - Page 2321881Full view - About this book
 | Clarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival - English poetry - 1924 - 624 pages
...that I cannot go? For the downs are as bright as day, and the full moon stares at the snow. ii • We should be seen, my dear ; they would spy us out...nights for us, and the storm rushing over the down, t~. < ClC When I cannot see my own hand, but am led by the creak of the chain. And grovel and grope... | |
 | Edwin Markham - American poetry - 1927 - 402 pages
...he knows that I cannot go? For the downs are as bright as day, and the full moon stares at the snow. We should be seen, my dear; they would spy us out...And grovel and grope for my son till I find myself drenched with the rain. Anything fallen again? nay — what was there left to fall? I have taken them... | |
 | Frederick Alexander Manchester, William Frederic Giese - Literature - 1926 - 906 pages
...he knows that I cannot go? For the downs are as bright as day, and the full moon stares at the snow. We should be seen, my dear; they would spy us out...And grovel and grope for my son till I find myself drenched with the rain. Anything fallen again? nay — what was there left to fall? I have taken them... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1995 - 244 pages
...that I cannot go? For the downs are as bright as day. and the full moon stares at the snow. [229] II We should be seen, my dear; they would spy us out...And grovel and grope for my son till I find myself drenched with the rain. Ill Anything fallen again? nay - what was there left to fall? I have taken... | |
 | Matthew Campbell - Literary Criticism - 1999 - 292 pages
...fifth line, the old woman reveals her guilt, just as she states why she cannot carry out her crime: 'We should be seen my dear, they would spy us out of the town.' As Tennyson's monologists reveal more than they wish to say, so there are moments of retrenchment and... | |
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