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BOTH LESS AND MORE
I rode
my horse to the hostel gate,
And the landlord fed it with corn and hay:
His eyes were blear, he limped in his gait,
His lip hung down, his hair was grey.
And the landlord fed it with corn and hay:
His eyes were blear, he limped in his gait,
His lip hung down, his hair was grey.
I entered in the wayside inn;
And the landlady met me without a smile;
Her dreary dress was old and thin,
Her face was full of piteous guile.
And the landlady met me without a smile;
Her dreary dress was old and thin,
Her face was full of piteous guile.
There they had been for threescore years:
There was none to tell them they were great:
Not one to tell of our hopes and fears;
And not far off was the churchyard gate.
There was none to tell them they were great:
Not one to tell of our hopes and fears;
And not far off was the churchyard gate.
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