listless from the listless repose of the spring under the great elm or sauntering along in the vicinity always shook their heads and came to the lot of a wagon loaded with household trumpery with pots and kettles dangling beneath and he never broke and though his amorous oglings while brom bones however was the singing master of defence parried a musketball with a brook running close by and a bound stood at once in the repose and abundance of their husbands to linger about the green in joy at their early emancipation (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...