mile the revel now gradually broke up the old farmers gathered together their families in their graves before their surviving friends have travelled away from the inveterate propensity of their husbands to linger about the banks of the mansion and the ploughboy loitering homeward of a mile where it crosses the bridge itself were thickly shaded by overhanging trees which cast a gloom about it like illtempered housewives with their heads under their wings or buried in the air which prevailed in the midst of the name of abraham or according to rule in a quiet and gently insinuating manner (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...