Thursday, January 1, 2004

The Widow Comments

Rating: 2.9

Cold was the night wind, drifting fast the snows fell,
Wide were the downs and shelterless and naked,
When a poor Wanderer struggled on her journey
Weary and way-sore.
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Robert Southey
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Amar Agarwala 12 August 2016

A heart-rending tale of melancholy... of sadness of of the travails of life!

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Susan Williams 12 August 2016

There obviously had been no Good Samaritan on this path.... which reminds me, in the Bible God says He will forgive many a sin to the one who takes care of orphans and widows....

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M Asim Nehal 12 August 2016

Melancholy A brilliant write.10 Thanks for sharing.

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Alem Hailu G/kristos 12 August 2016

What a terrible thing drinking gal after honey.Thank you Robert Southey

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Rajnish Manga 12 August 2016

Extremely sad. The poem brings to fore the wretched condition of a hapless widow who was once a part of a happy family, now reduced to be a beggar on the street. Hats off to the poet for this emotional master-piece. Thanks.

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Edward Kofi Louis 12 August 2016

The night wind! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 12 August 2016

this has released a surge of emotions within me. a sympathetic narrative. niče poem

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