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« What ails you, Child ?" she sobb’d, “Look here!"
'Twas twisted betwixt nave and spoke;
“ And whither are you going, Child,
She sate like one past all relief;
“ My Child, in Durham do you dwell?”
And I to Durham, Sir, belong."
The chaise drove on ; our journey's end
Up to the Tavern-door we post ;
“ And let it be of duffil grey,
RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE.
There was a roaring in the wind all night;