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I	A
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A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain	B
Pursued his vagrant way with feet half bare	C
Stooping his gait but not as if to gain	B
Help from the staff he bore for mien and air	C
Were hardy though his cheek seemed worn with care	C
Both of the time to come and time long fled	D
Down fell in straggling locks his thin grey hair	C
A coat he wore of military red	D
But faded and stuck o'er with many a patch and shred	D
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II	A
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While thus he journeyed step by step led on	E
He saw and passed a stately inn full sure	F
That welcome in such house for him was none	G
No board inscribed the needy to allure	F
Hung there no bush proclaimed to old and poor	H
And desolate Here you will find a friend	I
The pendent grapes glittered above the door	J
On he must pace perchance 'till night descend	I
Where'er the dreary roads their bare white lines extend	I
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III	A
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The gathering clouds grow red with stormy fire	K
In streaks diverging wide and mounting high	A
That inn he long had passed the distant spire	L
Which oft as he looked back had fixed his eye	A
Was lost though still he looked in the blank sky	A
Perplexed and comfortless he gazed around	M
And scarce could any trace of man descry	L
Save cornfields stretched and stretching without bound	M
But where the sower dwelt was nowhere to be found	M
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IV	A
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No tree was there no meadow's pleasant green	N
No brook to wet his lip or soothe his ear	L
Long files of corn stacks here and there were seen	N
But not one dwelling place his heart to cheer	L
Some labourer thought he may perchance be near	L
And so he sent a feeble shout in vain	B
No voice made answer he could only hear	L
Winds rustling over plots of unripe grain	B
Or whistling thro' thin grass along the unfurrowed plain	B
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V	A
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Long had he fancied each successive slope	O
Concealed some cottage whither he might turn	P
And rest but now along heaven's darkening cope	O
The crows rushed by in eddies homeward borne	Q
Thus warned he sought some shepherd's spreading thorn	Q
Or hovel from the storm to shield his head	D
But sought in vain for now all wild forlorn	Q
And vacant a huge waste around him spread	D
The wet cold ground he feared must be his only bed	D
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VI	A
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And be it so for to the chill night shower	L
And the sharp wind his head he oft hath bared	R
A Sailor he who many a wretched hour	L
Hath told for landing after labour hard	S
Full long endured in hope of just reward	T
He to an armed fleet was forced away	U
By seamen who perhaps themselves had shared	R
Like fate was hurried off a helpless prey	U
'Gainst all that in 'his' heart or theirs perhaps said nay	U
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VII	A
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For years the work of carnage did not cease	V
And death's dire aspect daily he surveyed	W
Death's minister then came his glad release	V
And hope returned and pleasure fondly made	W
Her dwelling in his dreams By Fancy's aid	W
The happy husband flies his arms to throw	L
Round his wife's neck the prize of victory laid	W
In her full lap he sees such sweet tears flow	L
As if thenceforth nor pain nor trouble she could know	L
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VIII	A
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Vain hope for frand took all that he had earned	X
The lion roars and gluts his tawny brood	Y
Even in the desert's heart but he returned	X
Bears not to those he loves their needful food	Y
His home approaching but in such a mood	Y
That from his sight his children might have run	G
He met a traveller robbed him shed his blood	Z
And when the miserable work was done	G
He fled a vagrant since the murderer's fate to shun	G
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IX	V
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From that day forth no place to him could be	A
So lonely but that thence might come a pang	A2
Brought from without to inward misery	A
Now as he plodded on with sullen clang	A2
A sound of chains along the desert rang	A2
He looked and saw upon a gibbet high	A
A human body that in irons swang	A2
Uplifted by the tempest whirling by	A
And hovering round it often did a raven fly	A
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X	V
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It was a spectacle which none might view	A
In spot so savage but with shuddering pain	B
Nor only did for him at once renew	A
All he had feared from man but roused a train	B
Of the mind's phantoms horrible as vain	B
The stones as if to cover him from day	U
Rolled at his back along the living plain	B
He fell and without sense or motion lay	U
But when the trance was gone feebly pursued his way	U
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XI	A
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As one whose brain habitual phrensy fires	V
Owes to the fit in which his soul hath tossed	B2
Profounder quiet when the fit retires	V
Even so the dire phantasma which had crossed	B2
His sense in sudden vacancy quite lost	B2
Left his mind still as a deep evening stream	C2
Nor if accosted now in thought engrossed	D2
Moody or inly troubled would he seem	C2
To traveller who might talk of any casual theme	C2
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XII	V
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Hurtle the clouds in deeper darkness piled	E2
Gone is the raven timely rest to seek	A2
He seemed the only creature in the wild	E2
On whom the elements their rage might wreak	A2
Save that the bustard of those regions bleak	A2
Shy tenant seeing by the uncertain light	F2
A man there wandering gave a mournful shriek	A2
And half upon the ground with strange affright	F2
Forced hard against the wind a thick unwieldy flight	F2
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XIII	V
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All all was cheerless to the horizon's bound	F2
The weary eye which wheresoe'er it strays	V
Marks nothing but the red sun's setting round	F2
Or on the earth strange lines in former days	V
Left by gigantic arms at length surveys	V
What seems an antique castle spreading wide	F2
Hoary and naked are its walls and raise	V
Their brow sublime in shelter there to bide	F2
He turned while rain poured down smoking on every side	F2
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XIV	A
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Pile of Stone henge so proud to hint yet keep	G2
Thy secrets thou that lov'st to stand and hear	L
The Plain resounding to the whirlwind's sweep	G2
Inmate of lonesome Nature's endless year	L
Even if thou saw'st the giant wicker rear	L
For sacrifice its throngs of living men	H2
Before thy face did ever wretch appear	L
Who in his heart had groaned with deadlier pain	B
Than he who tempest driven thy shelter now would gain	B
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XV	A
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Within that fabric of mysterious form	I2
Winds met in conflict each by turns supreme	C2
And from the perilous ground dislodged through storm	I2
And rain he wildered on no moon to stream	C2
From gulf of parting clouds one friendly beam	C2
Nor any friendly sound his footsteps led	F2
Once did the lightning's faint disastrous gleam	C2
Disclose a naked guide post's double head	F2
Sight which tho' lost at once a gleam of pleasure shed	F2
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XVI	A
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No swinging sign board creaked from cottage elm	J2
To stay his steps with faintness overcome	K2
'Twas dark and void as ocean's watery realm	J2
Roaring with storms beneath night's starless gloom	L2
No gipsy cowered o'er fire of furze or broom	L2
No labourer watched his red kiln glaring bright	F2
Nor taper glimmered dim from sick man's room	L2
Along the waste no line of mournful light	F2
From lamp of lonely toll gate streamed athwart the night	F2
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XVII	A
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At length though hid in clouds the moon arose	V
The downs were visible and now revealed	F2
A structure stands which two bare slopes enclose	V
It was a spot where ancient vows fulfilled	F2
Kind pious hands did to the Virgin build	F2
A lonely Spital the belated swain	B
From the night terrors of that waste to shield	F2
But there no human being could remain	B
And now the walls are named the Dead House of the plain	B
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XVIII	A
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Though he had little cause to love the abode	F2
Of man or covet sight of mortal face	V
Yet when faint beams of light that ruin showed	F2
How glad he was at length to find some trace	V
Of human shelter in that dreary place	V
Till to his flock the early shepherd goes	V
Here shall much needed sleep his frame embrace	V
In a dry nook where fern the floor bestrows	V
He lays his stiffened limbs his eyes begin to close	V
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XIX	V
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When hearing a deep sigh that seemed to come	K2
From one who mourned in sleep he raised his head	F2
And saw a w	-