...fortunes. I never beheld it but I thought of Tennyson's " Mariana in the moated Grange"— " tlnlifted -was the clinking latch, Weeded and worn the ancient thatch . Upon the lonely moated Grange." Brown and I, in some of our peregrinations, had stumbled upon this old house ; and after having walked...

...gazed adown the dreary street, But nought her aching sight did meet, Save one policeman and two cats. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " And if he cometh beery, He's rare to punch my head !" About the middle of the night,...

...faithful to my memory — a widowed heart mourning for its buried love, and like Marianna in the poem, She only said, " My life is dreary ; He cometh not," she said. She said, " I am aweary — I am aweary ; I would that I were dead !" CHAPTER XX. THE DROP-CURTAIN....

...The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the peach to the garden wall. The broken sheds looked sad and strange, Unlifted was the clinking latch,...said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, — 1 would that I were dead !" Her tears fell with the dews at...

...glimmered through the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !" The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The...

...glimmered through the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !" The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The...

...The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the peach to the garden wall. The hroken sheds looked sad and strange, Unlifted was the clinking latch, Weeded and worn the aneient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she...

...silver green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark The level waste, the rounding gray. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !" And ever, when the moon was low, And...

...crusted, one and all ; The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the peach to the garden-wall. The broken sheds look'd sad and strange, Unlifted...said, ' My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am a-weary, a-weary ; I would that I were dead !' 2. " Her tears fell with the dews...

...The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the peach to the garden wall. The broken sheds looked sad and strange, Unlifted was the clinking latch, Weeded and worn the ancient thatch She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, —...