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Halcyon days! my lory of a su off dull

sleep, like a old, breathing a fragrant air laden with sweet, earthy se within the clear, cool waters of the brook whose ic

see

Anon, with Gargantuan appetite, to sit and eat until even Donald

would fall a-h shady coppice and sunny

meadow, betimes to work

Halcyon days!ha upon the sh and song and

good-fellowship

And then, the labor done, the fire dead--Black George to his

lonely cottage, and I to "The Bull"--there to sit between Simon

and the Ancient, waited upon by the dexterous hands of sweet-eyed

Prudence What ood brown ale! What pies and puddings, prepared

by those same slender, dexterous hands! And later, pipe in

s--peace and

war--the dead and the living--the rise and fall of nations--and