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...widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forced, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left, of all the harmless...

...of life is fled, All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plushy spring : She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To...the brook with mantling cresses spread ; To pick her wintVy faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the...

...village-master, ' and the site of his school-house; and * Catherine Giraghty, a lonely widow, *' The wretched matron, forc'd in age for bread To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread;" * (and to this day the brook and ditches * * near the spot where her cabin stood ' abound with cresses)...

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...flush of life is fled. All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring; She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To...spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, And seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian...

...flush of life is fled: All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bend beside the plasby spring; She, wretched matron! forc'd in age for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pitk her wintYy faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till mum; She only left,...

...of life is, fled : All hut yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring; She, wretched matron, forc'd in age, for bread, To...the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till mom : She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain. Near yonder...

...life is fled, ' C All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, Thet feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forc'd in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantlhig cresses spread, To pick her wint'ry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep...