the men have bled,
Their wives and their children faint for bread.
Their wives and their children faint for bread.
Coleridge - Poems
_Both. _ The same! the same!
_Slau. _ He came by stealth, and unlocked my
den,
And I have drunk the blood since then
Of thrice three hundred thousand men.
_Both. _ Who bade you do't?
_Slau. _ The same! the same!
Letters four do form his name.
He let me loose, and cried Halloo!
To him alone the praise is due.
_Fam. _ Thanks, sister, thanks!
the men have bled,
Their wives and their children faint for bread.
I stood in a swampy field of battle;
With bones and skulls I made a rattle,
To frighten the wolf and carrion-crow
And the homeless dog--but they would not go.
So off I flew: for how could I bear
To see them gorge their dainty fare?
I heard a groan and a peevish squall,
And through the chink of a cottage-wall--
Can you guess what I saw there?
_Both_. Whisper it, sister! in our ear.
_Fam_. A baby beat its dying mother:
I had starved the one and was starving the other!
_Both_. Who bade you do't?
_Fam_. The same! the same!
Letters four do form his name.
He let me loose, and cried Halloo!