Laurence Raby's Chamber. LAURENCE enters, a little the worse for liquor.
Laurence:
He never gave me a chance to speak,
And he call'd her, worse than a dog,
The girl stood up with a crimson cheek,
And I fell'd him there like a log.
I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet,
He feels it more on his brow.
In a thousand years we shall all forget
The things that trouble us now.
After The Quarrel
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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Poem topics: dog, feel, girl, never, chance, forget, speak, trouble, crimson, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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