Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
After the QuarrelAdam Lindsay Gordon (18331870)
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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.
He feels it more on his brow.
In a thousand years we shall all forget
The things that trouble us now.