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And next in order sad, Old Age we found; His beard all hoar, his eyes hollow and blind; With drooping cheer still poring on the ground, As on the place where Nature him assigned To rest, when that the sisters had untwined His vital thread, and ended with their knife The fleeting course of fast declining life. Crooked-back'd he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed, Went on three feet, and sometimes crept on four, With old lame bones, that rattled by his side; His scalp all pil'd, and he with eld forelore, His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door; Fumbling and drivelling, as he draws his breath; For brief, the shape and messenger of death.
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Peveril of the Peak, inhabited a part of Dorset House; but whether Great Dorset House or Little Dorset House, topographers do not record.
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Great Dorset House, says Mr. Peter Cunningham, quoting Lady Anne Clifford's
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Memoirs,