Solitude
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of old time and of neernity; and beto pass a
c viehings,
even apples or cider -- a most wise and humorous friend,
han ever did Goffe
or to be dead, none can show where
oo, dwells in my neighborhood,
invisible to most persons, in wo
stroll sometimes, gatening to her fables; for
sility, and her memory runs back
fartell me the original of every
fable, and on every one is founded, for ts
occurred wy old dame, who
deligo outlive all
.
ture -- of sun
and er -- such, such cheer,
th our race,
t all Nature ed, and tness fade,
and tears, and
t on mourning in midsummer, if any
man s cause grieve. S have
intelligence partly leaves and vegetable
mould myself?
is tented?
Not my or t-grandfat our great-grandmother
Natures universal, vegetable, botanic medicines, by which she has
kept lived so many old Parrs in her day,
and fed ness. For my panacea,
instead of one of ture dipped from Acheron
and t of those long shallow
black-scimes see made to carry
bottles, let me of undiluted morning air. Morning
air! If men drink of t tainhe day,
tle up some and sell it in the shops, for
t of t tion ticket to
morning time in t remember, it keep quite
till noonday even in t cellar, but drive out topples
long ere t and folloeps of Au