Robert Southey
English romantic poet (1774–1843)
1774–1843, born in Bristol
- Born
- 12 August 1774
- Birthplace
- Bristol
- Died
- 21 March 1843
From their work
"You are old, Father William." the young man cried, "The few locks which are left you are grey; You are hale, Father William—a hearty old man: Now tell me the reason, I pray."
Weary way-wanderer languid and sick at heartTravelling painfully over the rugged road,Wild-visag'd Wanderer! ah for thy heavy chance!Sorely thy little one drags by thee bare-footed,Cold is the baby that hangs at thy bending backMeagre and livid and screaming its wretchedness.Woe-begone mother, half anger, half agony,As over thy shoulder thou lookest to hush the babe,Bleakly the blinding snow beats in thy hagged face.Thy husband will never return from the war again,Cold is thy hopeless heart even as Charity--Cold are thy famish'd babes--God help thee, widow'd One!
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