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Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman. By William Wordsworth. In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall, An old Man dwells, a little man,— 'Tis said he once was tall. For five-and-thirty years he lived. A running huntsman merry; And still the centre of his cheek. Is red as a ripe cherry. No man like him the horn could sound,
Compared to Sassoon's war poetry, "The Old Huntsman" lacks the intensity and emotional depth. While both explore themes of nostalgia and loss, the former focuses on the horrors of war, while the latter delves into the mundanity of aging and regret.
Simon Lee, the old Huntsman Lyrics. In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall, An old man dwells, a little man, I've heard he once was tall. Of years he has upon his back,...
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman by William Wordsworth. In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall, An old Man dwells, a little man, . 'Tis said he once was tall. For five-and-thirty years he lived. A running huntsman merry; And still the centre of his cheek. Is red as a ripe cherry. No man like him the horn could sound,
Simon Lee: The Old Hunstman Lyrics. In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall, An old Man dwells, a little man,— 'Tis said he once was tall. For five-and-thirty years he...
16 de mar. de 2021 · On a young huntsman keen to show some sport. Ay, Hell was thick with captains, and I rode The lumbering brute that’s beat in half a mile, And blunders into every blind old ditch. Hell was the coldest scenting land I’ve known, And both my whips were always lost, and hounds Would never get their heads down; and a man
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman. In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor—hall, An old Man dwells, a little man,—. 'Tis said he once was tall. For five—and—thirty years he lived. A running huntsman merry; And still the centre of his cheek. Is red as a ripe cherry.
