id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
12696	Field, Eugene	John Smith, U.S.A.			.txt	text/plain	18368	1813	96	The name that I shall venerate unto my dying day-Where the dear old homestead nestles like among the Hampshire hills Old times, old friends, John Smith, would make our hearts beat high "Come, on a tide of rapture let me float your soul away!" But with their love young hearts and old So come, my sweet collector friends, and listen while I sing Yes, on account of these things, ruin would come upon Peter! Where I shall find my little friends of forty years ago? "My heart shall have no love but this-'Tis not your king that shall ride to-night, The birds come with thee at thy call; But the sea shall sing no bridal song-Nevermore in the vine-covered grot shall I sing of the loved ones that All day long it hears the song For I shall sing the joys that spring The little thing was one year old--	./cache/12696.txt	./txt/12696.txt