 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1886 - 878 pages
...Some whispered, with a solemn lace, That there was something odd about him! I found him at threescore and ten, A single man, but bent quite double; Sickness...on him then, To take him from a world of trouble— lie prosed of slipping down the hill, Discovered ho grew older daily; One frosty day he made his will—... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1889 - 984 pages
...Some whisper'd with a solemn face That there was "something odd about him!" I found him, at threescore and ten, A single man, but bent quite double: Sickness...world of trouble. He prosed of slipping down the hill, Diseovered he grew older daily: One frosty day he made his will; The next he sent for Doctor Bailey.... | |
 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1896 - 94 pages
...whispered, with a solemn face, That there was " something odd about him ! " FOUND him, at threescore and ten, A single man, but bent quite double ; Sickness...his will,— The next, he sent for Doctor Bailey. 29 •< fND so he lived,—and so he died!— When last I sat beside his pillow He shook my hand, and... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - Literature - 1898 - 558 pages
...before you, " Hie jacet GVLIELMVS BROWN, Vir non donandus lauru." QUINCE. I found him at threescore and ten A single man, but bent quite double ; Sickness...To take him from a world of trouble. He prosed of sliding down the hill, Discovered he grew older daily ; One frosty day he made his will, The next he... | |
 | English poetry - 1902 - 270 pages
...whispered, with a solemn face, That there was ' something odd about him ! ' I found him, at threescore and ten, A single man, but bent quite double ; Sickness...died ! — When last I sat beside his pillow He shook ray hand, and ' Ah ! ' he cried, ' Penelope must wear the willow. Tell her I hugged her rosy chain... | |
 | American periodicals - 1861 - 810 pages
...Some whispered with a solemn face, That there was something odd about him ! I found him at threescore and ten, A single man, but bent quite double, Sickness...To take him from a world of trouble. He prosed of sliding down the hill, Discovered he grew older daily ; One frosty day he made his will — The next... | |
 | English literature - 1915 - 288 pages
...his stick, his powdered hair, Were themes for very strange conjectures. I found him, at three score and ten, A single man, but bent quite double; Sickness...his will, — The next, he sent for Doctor Bailey. 'Whether I ought to die or not, My Doctors cannot quite determine; It's only clear that I shall rot..... | |
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Some heard he had been crossed in love, Before he came away from college — Some darkly hinted that his Grace Did nothing, great or small, without him ; Some whispered, with a solemn face, That there was something odd about him! 
