Hees forc't to trot with fardle at his backe, / From houſe to houſe, demaunding if they lacke / A poore yong man that's willing to take paine, / And mickle labour, though for little gaine.

Coordinate term: lawner

“Do you like Gigi D’Alessio, Sergeantess?” he asked me as he handed them over. “Sergeant,” I corrected him. If he thought he’d get a hysterical reaction, he was mistaken: I smiled. I wanted to assert myself mildly.

Only an artist of the unintensity and detachment of Longfellow could so dedicate himself, under American conditions, to the world of poetry.