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... Mother and Poet .. PAGE Wendell Phillips . 10g Mark Twain . 150 Bret Harte . 156 ... 29 Orpheus C. Kerr Papers . c ..... 104 .... Webster . 37 Tennyson , 106 Whittier . 75 Moore . 112 New Year's Eve .... New Year .. Browning . 129 50 ...
... Mother and Poet .. PAGE Wendell Phillips . 10g Mark Twain . 150 Bret Harte . 156 ... 29 Orpheus C. Kerr Papers . c ..... 104 .... Webster . 37 Tennyson , 106 Whittier . 75 Moore . 112 New Year's Eve .... New Year .. Browning . 129 50 ...
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... mother's heart with gladness bounds . Then honored be the Charcoalman , Though dusky as an African ! ' T is not for you that chance to be A little better clad than he His honest manhood to despise- Although from morn till eve Good ...
... mother's heart with gladness bounds . Then honored be the Charcoalman , Though dusky as an African ! ' T is not for you that chance to be A little better clad than he His honest manhood to despise- Although from morn till eve Good ...
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... Mother would be so anxious if anything should happen to me , so far away ! " cried Polly , much distressed . 66 Don't you be worried . I'll manage the old chap , and the horses too ; " and opening the door , Tom vanished aloft , leaving ...
... Mother would be so anxious if anything should happen to me , so far away ! " cried Polly , much distressed . 66 Don't you be worried . I'll manage the old chap , and the horses too ; " and opening the door , Tom vanished aloft , leaving ...
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... mother , With the courage of his father . 66 And the boy grew up and prospered , And Osseo , to delight him , Made him little bows and arrows , Opened the great cage of silver , And let loose his aunts and uncles , All those birds with ...
... mother , With the courage of his father . 66 And the boy grew up and prospered , And Osseo , to delight him , Made him little bows and arrows , Opened the great cage of silver , And let loose his aunts and uncles , All those birds with ...
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... mother and worn with strife , Still she watches and fights for life . But her hand is feeble , and weapon small : One little needle against them all ! In evil hour the daughter fled From her poor shelter and wretched bed . Through the ...
... mother and worn with strife , Still she watches and fights for life . But her hand is feeble , and weapon small : One little needle against them all ! In evil hour the daughter fled From her poor shelter and wretched bed . Through the ...
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Page 126 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 97 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Page 129 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 95 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! - how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Page 27 - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 126 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Page 66 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 111 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 26 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea...
Page 67 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, over the face of the leader came ; the nobler nature within him stirred to life at that woman's deed and word. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head dies like a dog ! March on !