reading that once, crossing the wild, he chanced (this verb is now important) to see the spirit of the wide moor, a child who died, perhaps, long ago, but whom you "may see" still upon the wild moor if you have good "chance." The best evidence that it is a ghost story is a crucial omission: the Fenwick note has her footsteps disappearing halfway across the bridge (originally the lock of a canal), and then adds that "the body however was found in the canal." 32 Lucy's body is never found: does that mean she died no ordinary death?
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Yet what a matter-of-fact ghost story it would be: with no sense of mystery, except what arises, without comment, from the stark narrative details. All these poems have the curious matter-of-factness of Lyrical Ballads , retelling in simple language their incidents of common and rustic life and refusing conventional poetic ornament. They avoid all mention of religious belief (perhaps implying that the rural culture they depict is really pagan), and they avoid explicit consolation and abstract nouns. They render acceptance with Wordsworthian quirkiness, by mentioning some detail from everyday life and leaving the reader to draw the conclusion. In comparison with this, the later poets who so admired Wordsworth sound not only sentimental but labored.
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Most of these later poets did not derive their Wordsworthian pathos from the Lyrical Ballads ; one who did, once, was, surprisingly, Shelley. His ballad was written soon after the Peterloo massacre but was never published nor even properly finished, and it has no title; it was not even included by Mary Shelley in the posthumous poems and is still not to be found in his works. Most of the poem consists of an appeal from a starving mother and child for bread, addressed to "Young Parson Richards":
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| | Give me a piece of that fine white bread I would give you some blood for it Before I faint and my infant is dead! O give me a little bit!
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| | Give me breadmy hot bowels gnaw I'll tear down the garden gate I'll fight with the dog,I'll tear from his maw The crust which he just has ate
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The "man of God" does not reply and walks on to look at the woman and child:
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