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AYLMER’S FIELD.
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Wifelike, her hand in one of his, he veil'dHis face with the other, and at once, as falls A creeper when the prop is broken, fellThe woman shrieking at his feet, and swoon'd. Then her own people bore along the naveHer pendent hands, and narrow meagre face Seam'd with the shallow cares of fifty years: And her the Lord of all the landscape round Ev'n to its last horizon, and of allWho peer'd at him so keenly, follow'd outTall and erect, but in the middle aisleReel'd, as a footsore ox in crowded ways Stumbling across the market to his death, Unpitied; for he groped as blind, and seem'd Always about to fall, grasping the pewsAnd oaken finials till he touch'd the door; Yet to the lychgate, where his chariot stood, Strode from the porch, tall and erect again.
 But nevermore did either pass the gate
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