Ntire system of the limbs, or organs of motion, for pursuing

[Mineah Sagedahl <haemophilic%mivo.hu@localhost>]

My palfrey grown old, but there's ne'er such another; My dear dog, still 
faithful, tho' stricken in years:
The vesper bell tolling, the loud
thunder rolling, The bees that humm'd round
the tall vine-mantled tree: The smooth water's margin whereon we were strolling 
When evening painted its mirror for me? And shall I return to this scenery 
never? These objects of infantine glory and love,-- O tell me, my dear Guardian 
Angel, that ever Floats nig