 | Park Benjamin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Osborne Sargent - 1833 - 114 psl.
...the door, And again, *• The pavement stones resound As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife...Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets So forlorn As he shakes his feeble head... | |
 | 1836 - 694 psl.
...by the door, And again, The pavement stones resound As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. " They say that in his prime. Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better nun was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. " But now he walks the streets, And he looks... | |
 | 1836 - 706 psl.
...door, — And again. The pavement stones resound, AB h« lottere o'or the ground With bis саде. * They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut htm itm-, ii, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. ' But now he walks... | |
 | 1836 - 676 psl.
...саце. ' They say that in his prime, Ere the рпшшц knifo of Tinto Cut aim down. Not a bettor man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. ' Rut now ho walks the street!, And he looks at all he meets So forlorn, And he shakes h ¡я feeble... | |
 | 1839 - 204 psl.
...totters o'er the ground With his cane. " They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Tune Cut him down, Not a better man was found, By the Crier...he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, ' They are gone ! ' " The... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 538 psl.
...resound As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the priming-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By...But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he mrcts So forlorn ; And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The... | |
 | 430 psl.
...cheek was like a rose With his cane. In the snow Tlu-y say that in his prime, Ere the lmmi ng-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff ; And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1850 - 310 psl.
...resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By...he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1850 - 310 psl.
...resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By...he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy... | |
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Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They... 
