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Maud : a monodrama / Alfred, Lord Tennyson

dc.contributor Burnard, Lou Computing Service University of Oxford Oxford Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron, 1809-1892
dc.coverage.placeName London 2018-07-27 2019-07-04T09:52:49Z 2019-07-04T09:52:49Z 1855 1987-12-17
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dc.description.abstract Partial contents: Maud : a monodrama, pp. 1037-1093
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dc.subject.lcsh English poetry -- 19th century
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dc.title Maud : a monodrama / Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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<T MAUD> <P PART I> <P I> <S I> I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood, Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-red heath. The red-ribbed ledges drip with a silent horror of blood, And Echo there, whatever is asked her, answers `Death.' <S II> For there in the ghastly pit long since a body was found, His who had given me life - O father! O God! was it well?- There yet lies the rock that fell with him when he fell. <S III> Did he fling himself down? who knows? for a vast speculation had failed, And ever he muttered and maddened, and ever wanned with despair, And out he walked when the wind like a broken worlding wailed, And the flying gold of the ruined woodlands drove through the air. <S IV> I remember the time, for the roots of my hair were stirred By a shuffled step, by a dead weight trailed, by a whispered fright, And my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heard The shrill-edged shriek of a . . .

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