OLD MAN TRAVELLING...
His look and bending ?gure, all bespeak
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
All effort seems forgotten, one to whom
To settled quiet: he is one b99lib•nety whom
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
Long patience has such mild composure given,
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The little hedge-row birds,
That patience now doth seem a thing, of which
"Sir! I am going many miles to take
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"A last leave of my son, a mariner,
--I asked him whither he was bound, and what
And there is dying in an hospital."
With envy, w九*九*藏*书*网hat the old man hardly feels.
He hath no need. He is by nature led
With thought--He is insensibly subdued
That peck along the road, regard him not.
OLD MAN TRAVELLING; ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY AND DECAY, A SKETCH.
"Who from a sea-?ght has been brought to Falmouth,
The object of his journey; he replied