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26. I am tired of being such a tiny little thing. 27. Ere the silver sickle of that month
Became her golden shield, I stole from court. 28. I am sorry for her, as I have just cause, being her
uncle and her guardian. 29. The work of each immortal bard
appears The single wonder of a thousand years. 30.
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed
A pillar of State. 31. I hope that you have no intention to turn husband,
have you? 32. She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. 33. James was declared a mortal and bloody enemy,
a tyrant, a murderer, a usurper. 34. She would make a better heroine than Clelia. 35. I don't want to be anybody's prisoner. 36. The warriors on the turrets high,
Moving athwart the evening sky,
Seemed forms of giant height. 37. "If it had grown up," she said to herself, “it
would have been a dreadfully ugly child; buť it
makes rather a handsome pig.” 38. Though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest
man, it must not be denied but I am a plain
dealing villain. 39. And Phillida, with garlands gay,
Was made the lady of the May. 40. The time turns torment when man turns fool. 41. It had already been rumored in the valley that
Mr. Goldthwaite had turned out to be the prophetic
personage so long and vainly looked for. 42. Come to me, () ye children.
43. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your
44. With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the sky. 45. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll. 46. Hail, Columbia ! happy land;
Hail, ye heroes ! heaven-born band ! 47. Stand! the ground's your own, my braves ! 48. Woodman, spare that tree. 49. The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland. 50. O Liberty! Liberty! how many crimes are com
mitted in thy name. 51. O captain, my captain, our fearful trip is done. 52. Romans, countrymen and lovers! hear me for my
cause. 53. Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods. 54. O son, thou hast not true humility. 55. Come, pensive nun, devout and pure,
Sober, steadfast and demure. 56. These pleasures, Melancholy, give,
And I with thee will choose to live. 57. Build thee more stately mansions, oh, my soul. 58. O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome. 59. O night and darkness, ye are wondrous strong. 60. Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere. 61. Warble, O bugle, and trumpet blare !
Flags flutter out upon turrets and towers !
Melt into stars, for the land's desire !
63. O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole. 64. O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare. 65. The time is out of joint: 0 cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right ! 66. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. 67. Bugles !
And the great nation thrills and leaps to arms. 68. Sunset! a hush is on the air,
Their old gray heads the mountains bare. 69. To arms! They come! The Greek! The Greek! 70. O strong hearts and true! not one went back in
the Mayflower. 71. News of battle! News of battle!
Hark! 'tis ringing down the street. 72. The isles of Greece! The isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung. 73. Hark, the music, mariners !
The wind is wak’ning loud. 74. Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep. 75. Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honors that are heap'd on Cæsar. 76. Peace! What can tears avail? 77. Phæbus! What a
to fill the speaking trump of future fame! 78. "I've often seen a cat without a grin,” thought
Alice, “but a grin without a cat !” 79. Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups !
Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall,
80. O the wild charge they made ! 81. Here a general shout burst from the by-standers :
“A Tory! a Tory! a spy! a spy! a refugee! hustle
him! away with him!"
A young man will be wiser by and by;
Sun, rain, and sun! and where is he that knows ! 88. My winged boat, 84. We, the people of the United States, do ordain
tlus Constitution. 85. It was the lark, the herald of the morn. 86. Strode with a martial aid, Miles Standish the
Puritan Captain. 87. They bring me sorrow touched with joy,
The merry, merry bells of Yule. 88. My winged boat,
A bird afloat,
Swings round the purple peaks remote. 89. She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition. 90. There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay. 91. Mute with amazement and sorrow, Priscilla, the
Puritan maiden, Looked into Alden's face. 92. Fairest of all the maids was Evangeline, Benedict's daughter.
93. Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of
Blossomed the stars, the forget-me-nots of the
Angels. 94. A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn. 95. Can that be Randolph Murray,
Captain of the city band? 96. He is dead, the beautiful youth,
The heart of honor, the tongue of truth. 97. The lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day. 98. These gay idlers, the butterflies,
Broke to-day from their winter's shroud. 99. Here Alfred, the truth-teller,
Suddenly closed the book. 100. Full lasting is the song, though he,
The singer, passes. 101. Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,
And share my meal, a welcome guest. 102. I dwelt, a free and happy child,
By the seashore in a deep mountain glen. 103. Henry, King of England, come into the court. 104. Underneath day's azure eyes,
Ocean's nursling, Venice, lies. 105. My sight he dazzles, half deceives,
A bird so like the dancing leaves. 106. Freedom shall a while repair
To dwell, a weeping hermit, there. 107.
Far off, three mountain tops,
Stood sunset-flushed. 108.
He that brought