XIX

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Dead Prophet

She gabbled, as she groped in the dead,

And all the people were pleased;

'See, what a little heart,' she said,

'And the liver is half-diseased!'

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