Relationships
After the Quarrel
From The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse (1912)
Relationships
He never gave me a chance to speak,
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.
I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet—
He feels it more on his brow.
In a thousand years we shall all forget
The things that trouble us now.
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MLA
Gordon, Adam Lindsay. “After the Quarrel.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/gordon_al/49/.
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Gordon, Adam Lindsay. “After the Quarrel.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/gordon_al/49/.
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