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 30. The single wonder of a thousand years. With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed 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; but 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 plaindealing 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, 0 ye children. 43. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend ears. 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 committed 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. 61. Warble, O bugle, and trumpet blare! Rush to the roof, sudden rocket, and higher 62. A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse! 12 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: O 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. Phoebus! What a name 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, When the wind wakes, how they rock in the grasses. 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!" 82. Rain, rain and sun! A rainbow in the sky! An old man's wit may wander ere he die. Rain, sun, and rain! and the free blossom blows: 88. My winged boat, 84. We, the people of the United States, do ordain this 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; 90. There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, 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 heaven, Blossomed the stars, the forget-me-nots of the 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, 106. Freedom shall a while repair 107. 108. Far off, three mountain tops, He that brought The heathen back upon us, yonder stands, |