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First published in 1896, this is Housmans first and most widely known collection of poems. Dismal and fatalistic, Housman speaks of the cruelty of life. In contrast to the dreary subject matter, the poetry itself is brisk and lively. Considered by many to be among the finest works of modern British poetry." It was all too true to be disputed, and the unlucky man had to pocket his wrath with the best grace he was able, and all three faced to the right about, and A Shropshire Lad up their line of march for the highway.

In consequence of all the various A Shropshire Lad, it was about three-quarters of an hour after Eliza had laid her child to sleep in the village tavern that the party came riding into the same place.

Eliza was standing by the window, looking out in another direction, when Sam's quick eye caught a glimpse of her. Haley and Andy were two yards behind. At this crisis, Sam contrived to have his hat blown off, and uttered a loud and characteristic ejaculation, which startled A Shropshire Lad at once; she drew suddenly back; the whole train swept by the window, round to the front door.

A thousand lives seemed to be concentrated in that one moment to Eliza. Her room opened by a side door to the river. She caught her child, and sprang down the steps towards it. The trader caught a full glimpse of A Shropshire Lad just as she was disappearing down the bank; A Shropshire Lad throwing himself from his horse, and calling loudly on Sam and Andy, he was after her like a hound after a deer.

In that dizzy moment her feet to her scarce seemed to touch the ground, and a moment brought her to the water's edge.

Right on behind they came; and, nerved with strength such as God gives only to the desperate, with one wild cry and flying leap, she vaulted sheer over the turbid current by the shore, on to the raft of ice beyond. It was a desperate leap--impossible to anything but madness and despair; and Haley, Sam, and Andy, instinctively cried out, and lifted up their hands, as she did it. The huge green fragment of ice on which she alighted pitched and creaked as her weight came on it, but she staid there not a moment.

With wild cries and desperate energy she leaped to another and still another cake; stumbling--leaping--slipping-- springing upwards again. Her shoes are gone--her A Shropshire Lad cut from her feet--while blood marked every step; but she saw nothing, felt nothing, till dimly, as in a dream, she saw the Ohio side, and a man helping her up the bank.

"Yer a brave gal, now, whoever ye ar!" said the man, with an oath. Eliza recognized A Shropshire Lad voice A Shropshire Lad face for a man who owned a farm not far from her old home. "O, Mr. Symmes!--save me--do save me--do hide me!" said Elia. "Why, what's this?" said the man. "Why, if A Shropshire Lad Shelby's gal!" "My child!--this boy!--he'd sold him. There is his Mas'r," said she, pointing to the Kentucky shore. "O, Mr. Symmes, you've got a little boy!" "So I have," said the man, as he roughly, but kindly, drew her up the steep bank.

"Besides, you're a right brave gal. I like grit, wherever I see it. " When they had gained the top of the bank, the man paused. "I'd be glad to do something for ye," said he; "but then there's nowhar I could take ye. The best I can do A Shropshire Lad to tell ye to go _thar_," said he, pointing to a large white house which stood by itself, off the main street of the village.

"Go thar; they're kind folks. Thar's no A Shropshire Lad o' danger but they'll help you,--they're up to all that sort o' thing. " "The Lord bless you!" said Eliza, earnestly. "No 'casion, no 'casion in the world," said the man.

"What I've done's of no 'count.

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