Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

An Extensive Investigation Into The Sources And Inspiration Of National Folk Song

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From perfect grief there need not be Wisdom or even memory ; One thing alone remains to me, The woodspurge has a cup of three.
Kind hands assisted in burying the child in the country graveyard, and the tramp was renewed. The poor goods and books would not sell, and no work was to be found, if, indeed, it was more than hopelessly looked for. The people, mostly the poor, " gave bits of bread for the poor bairnies," and shelter was found after nightfall in the out­houses of farms, experience having taught them that it was useless to apply for lodgings during daylight. They met and shared the fortunes of many " gangrel-bodies," some poor and respectable like themselves, and others professional mendicants and wandering ne'er-do-wells to whom beggary was the accustomed mode of livelihood, and many tragedies of life in its last extremity like their own passed under their eyes. One evening, in a gather­ing of people in the street of the village of Errol, he heard a man of grave countenance and respect­able appearance singing, and with that note of despair in his voice which touched his heart with the sympathy like that which made Goldsmith rush from the lighted room to relieve the poor beggar-woman singing under the window. That night in their lodging there was a young woman rocking
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