A WifeWilliamAllinghamAllingham, WilliamA.IllustratorSirJohn EverettMillaisMillais, John Everett
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Poet attribution: William Allingham, Life and Phantasy, Reeves and Turner, 1889, p. 13. (CE)Once a Week122832The wife sat thoughtfully turning overmargin-left: 7em; margin-bottom: 0.7em;margin-left: 0em; margin-bottom: 0.7em;margin-left: 1em;font-variant:small-caps;text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 115%; letter-spacing: 0.1em; word-spacing: 0.25em;text-align: right; margin-right: 12em; margin-top: -1.15em;letter-spacing: 0em;display: none;display: inline;display: block;width: 50%; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;font-size: 1rem; width: 45em;Column work.Set status to 'verified'.Created pom_250_incid_poem rendition to reset font-sizes.Added useful rendition elements in anticipation of CSS reworking.Handle cases of incidental titles, where head elements have child elements with style
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A Wife.The wife sat thoughtfully turning overA book inscribed with the school-girl’s name ;A tear—one tear—fell hot on the coverShe quickly closed when her husband came.He came, and he went away—it was nothing—With cold calm words upon either side ;But, just at the sound of the room-door shutting,A dreadful door in her soul stood wide.Love, she had read of in sweet romances,—Love that could sorrow, but never fail,Built her own palace of noble fancies,All the wide world a fairy tale.Bleak and bitter, and utterly doleful,Spreads to this woman her map of life ;Hour after hour she looks in her soul, fullOf deep dismay and turbulent strife.Face in both hands, she knelt on the carpet ;The black cloud loosen’d, the storm-rain fell :Oh ! life has so much to wilder and warp it,—One poor heart’s day what poet could tell ?A.