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9. wrought up by a prating son
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9. wrought up by a prating son Eyeing, vying, we’re felly in a glide of spokes. In the grey world far from being better yoked Among the vultures and owly-fed, We viedevery hearer grazing, fled. Injured by strike and hard slip-stones, a child Raced with only steep-threaded wiles; Sighted, or bid pastures honest betrayed With plighted felt the sinking bay unbuoyed. Sought the nave miles out and hid under wheels As whelm through whelks, though a child in heels, The mob derided and flocked at those morose An easy fop in the world’s extant rose. The vying environed set lingering on the son, On the grey wife and whisked self off alone. ...