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  1. www.poetryfoundation.org › poems › 45551Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman - Poetry Foundation

    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,

  2. genius.com › William-wordsworth-simon-lee-the-oldWilliam Wordsworth – Simon Lee, the old Huntsman | Genius

    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,...

  3. genius.com › William-wordsworth-simon-lee-the-oldWilliam Wordsworth – Simon Lee: The Old Hunstman | Genius

    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...

  4. allpoetry.com › Simon-Lee:-The-Old-HuntsmanSimon Lee: The Old Huntsman by William Wordsworth - All Poetry

    Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman. With an incident in which he was concerned. 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.

  5. englishliterature.net › simon-lee-the-old-huntsmanSimon Lee: The Old Huntsman by William Wordsworth ...

    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,

  6. en.wikisource.org › wiki › The_Old_Huntsman_andThe Old Huntsman and Other Poems/The Old Huntsman - Wikisource

    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

  7. www.poeticous.com › simon-lee-the-old-huntsmanSimon Lee: The Old Huntsman - Poeticous

    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.