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 Story of Lowell. 
 
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 Plant Babies. 
 
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 Story of Hawthorne. 
 
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 Story of S. F. B. Morse. 
 
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 Puss in Boots. 
 
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 Young Folk's Library of Choice Literature 
 
 Poems for Intermediate Grade 
 
 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW 
 
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Tin: VILLAGE BLAC KSMITH. 
 
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 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. 
 
 1. Under a spreading chestnut-tree 
 
 The village smithy stands; 
 
 The smith, a mighty man is he, 
 
 With lai *ge and sinewy hands; 
 
 And the muscles of his brawny arms 
 Are strong as iron bands. 
 
 2. His hair is crisp, and black, and long; 
 
 His face is like the tan; 
 
 Ilis brow is wet with honest sweat; 
 
 He earns whatever he can, 
 
 And looks the whole world in the face, 
 For he owes not any man. 
 
 3. Week in, week out, from morn to night, 
 
 You can hear his bellows blow; 
 
 You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, 
 With measured beat and slow, 
 
 Like a sexton ringing the village bell 
 When the evening sun is low. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 4. And children, coming home from school, 
 
 Look in at the open door; 
 
 They love to see the flaming forge, 
 
 And hear the bellows roar, 
 
 And catch the burning sparks that fly 
 Like chaff from a threshing-floor. 
 
 5. He goes on Sunday to the church, 
 
 And sits among his boys; 
 
 He hears the parson pray and preach; 
 
 He hears his daughter’s voice 
 Singing in the village choir, 
 
 And it makes his heart rejoice.. 
 
 6. It sounds to him like her mother’s voice, 
 
 Singing in Paradise! 
 
 He needs must think of her once more — 
 How in the grave she lies; 
 
 And, with his hard, rough hand, he wipes 
 A tear out of his eyes. 
 
 7. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, 
 
 Onward through life he goes; 
 
 Each morning sees some task begin, 
 Each evening sees its close; 
 
 Something attempted, something done, 
 Has earned a night’s repose. 
 
SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
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 8. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, 
 For the lesson thon hast taught! 
 
 Thus, at the flaming forge of life, 
 
 Our fortunes must be wrought; 
 
 Thus, on its sounding anvil, shaped 
 Each burning deed and thought! 
 
 THE OLD CLOCK OK THE STAIRS. 
 
 1. Somewhat back from the village street 
 Stands the old-fashioned country-seat; 
 Across its antique portico 1 
 
 Tall poplar trees their shadows throw; 
 
 And from its station in the hall 
 An ancient time-piece says to all: 
 w Forever — never! 
 
 Kever — forever! ” 
 
 2. Half-way up the stairs it stands, 
 
 And points and beckons with its hands, 
 From its case of massive oak, 
 
 Like a monk, who, under his cloak, 
 
 Crosses himself, and sighs, alas! 
 
 With sorrowful voice to all who pass: 
 
 " Forever — never! 
 
 Kever — forever! ” 
 
 1 portico, porch, piazza. 
 
TIIE OLD CLOCK ON THE si'AIKS. 
 
SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 3. By day its voice is low and light; 
 
 But in the silent dead of night, 
 
 Distinct as a passing footstep’s fall, 
 
 It echoes along the vacant hall, 
 
 Along the ceiling, along the floor, 
 
 And seems to say, at each chamber-door,—- 
 ' r Forever — never! 
 
 Never — forever! ” 
 
 4. Through days of sorrow and of mirth, 
 Through days of death and days of birth, 
 Through every swift vicissitude 
 
 Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, 
 And as if, like Ood, it all things saw, 
 
 It calmly repeats those words of awe, — 
 Forever — never! 
 
 Never — forever! ” 
 
 5. In that mansion used to be 
 Free-hearted Hospitality; 
 
 His great fires up the chimney roared; 
 
 The stranger feasted at his board; 
 
 But, like the skeleton at the feast, 
 
 That warning timepiece never ceased,— 
 Forever — never! 
 
 Never — forever! ” 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 6. There groups of merry children played. 
 There youths and maidens dreaming strayed; 
 O precious hours! O golden prime, 
 
 And affluence 1 of love and time! 
 
 Even as a miser counts his gold, 
 
 Those hours the ancient timepiece told, — 
 
 " Forever — never! 
 
 Never — forever! ” 
 
 7. From that chamber, clothed in white, 
 
 The bride came forth on her wedding: night: 
 
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 There, in that silent room below, 
 
 The dead lay in his shroud of snow; 
 
 And in the hush that followed the prayer, 
 Was heard that old clock on the stair,— 
 
 ” Forever — never ! 
 
 Never — forever! ” 
 
 8. All are scattered now and fled, 
 
 Some are married, some are dead; 
 
 And when I ask, with throbs of pain, 
 
 ” Ah! when shall they all meet again?” 
 
 As in the days long-si nee gone by, 
 
 The ancient timepiece makes reply, — 
 
 ” Forever — never! 
 
 Never — forever! ” 
 
 affluence , abundance. 
 
SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
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 9. Never here, forever there, 
 
 Where all parting, pain, and care, 
 
 And death, and time shall disappear, — 
 Forever there, but never here! 
 
 The horologe 1 of eternity 
 Sayeth this incessantly, — 
 
 w Forever — never! 
 
 Never — forever! ” 
 
 THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 
 
 1. I shot an arrow into the air, 
 
 It fell to earth, I knew not where; 
 
 For, so swiftly it flew, the sight 
 Could not follow it in its flight. 
 
 2. I breathed a song into the air, 
 
 It fell to earth, I knew not where; 
 
 For who has sight so keen and strong, 
 That it can follow the flight of song? 
 
 3. Long, long afterward, in an oak 
 I found the arrow, still unbroke; 
 
 And the song, from beginning to end, 
 
 I found again in the heart of a friend. 
 
 1 horologe , timepiece. 
 
I1KNTIY W. T.nX(;FKM,OW 
 
SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
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 THE OPEN WINDOW. 
 
 1. The olcl house by the lindens 1 
 
 Stood silent in the shade, 
 
 And on the gravelled pathway 
 The light and shadow played. 
 
 2. I saw the nursery windows 
 
 Wide open to the air; 
 
 But the faces of the children, 
 
 They were no longer there. 
 
 3. The large Newfoundland house-dog 
 
 Was standing by the door; 
 
 He looked for his little playmates, 
 Who would return no more. 
 
 4. They walked not under the lindens, 
 
 They played not in the hall ; 
 
 But shadow, and silence, and sadness 
 W ere hanging over all. 
 
 5. The birds sang in the branches, 
 
 With sweet, familiar tone; 
 
 But the voices of the children 
 Will be heard in dreams alone! 
 
 6. And the boy that walked beside me, 
 
 lie could not understand 
 
 1 lindens , linden trees. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 Why closer in mine, ah! closer, 
 
 I pressed his warm, soft hand! 
 
 THE DAY IS DONE. 
 
 1. The day is done, and the darkness 
 
 Falls from the wings of Night, 
 
 As a feather is wafted downward 
 From an eagle in his flight. 
 
 2. I see the lights of the village 
 
 Gleam through the rain and the mist, 
 And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me, 
 That my sonl cannot resist: 
 
 3. A feeling of sadness and longing, 
 
 That is not akin to pain, 
 
 And resembles sorrow only 
 As the mist resembles the rain. 
 
 4. Come, read to me some poem, 
 
 Some simple and heartfelt lay, 
 
 That shall soothe this restless feeling, 
 And banish the thoughts of day. 
 
 5. Not from the grand old masters, 
 
 Not from the bards 1 sublime, 
 
 Whose distant footsteps echo 
 Through the corridors of Time. 
 
 1 ftords, ancient poets. 
 
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 6. For, like strains of martial music, 
 
 Their mighty thoughts suggest 
 Life’s endless toil and endeavor; 
 
 And to-night I long for rest. 
 
 7. Read from some humbler poet, 
 
 Whose songs gushed from his heart, 
 As showers from the clouds of summer, 
 
 Or tears from the eyelids start; 
 
 8. Who, through long days of labor; 
 
 And nights devoid of ease, 
 
 Still heard in his soul the music 
 
 Of wonderful melodies. 
 
 9. Such songs have power to quiet 
 
 The restless pulse of care, 
 
 And come like the benediction 1 
 
 That follows after prayer. 
 
 10. Then read from the treasured volume 
 
 The poem of thy choice, 
 
 And lend to the rhyme of the poet 
 
 The beauty of thy voice. 
 
 11. And the night shall be filled with music, 
 
 And the cares that infest the day, 
 Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, 
 
 And as silently, steal away. 
 
 1 benediction , blessing. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 RAIN IN SUMMER. 
 
 1. Hoav beautiful is the rain! 
 
 After the dust and heat, 
 
 In the broad and fiery street, 
 
 In the narrow lane, 
 
 IIow beautiful is the rain! 
 
 2. How it clatters upon the roofs 
 Like the tramp of hoofs! 
 
 IIow it gushes and struggles out 
 From the throat of the overflowing spout! 
 
 3. Across the window-pane 
 It pours and pours, 
 
 And swift and wide, 
 
 "With a muddy tide, 
 
 Like a river down the gutter roars 
 The rain, the welcome rain! 
 
 4. The sick man from his chamber looks 
 At the twisted brooks; 
 
 He can feel the cool 
 Breath of each little pool; 
 
 His fevered brain 
 Grows calm again, 
 
 And lie breathes a blessing on the rain! 
 
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 5. From the neighboring school 
 Come the boys 
 
 With more than their wonted noise 
 And commotion; 
 
 And down the wet streets 
 Sail their mimic 1 fleets, 
 
 Till the treacherous pool 
 Engulfs them in its whirling 
 And turbulent ocean. 
 
 G. In the country on every side, 
 
 Where, far and wide, 
 
 Like a leopard’s tawny and spotted hide, 
 Stretches the plain, 
 
 To the dry grass and the drier grain 
 How welcome is the rain! 
 
 7. In the furrowed land 
 
 The toilsome and patient oxen stand, 
 Lifting the yoke-encumbered 2 head, 
 
 W r ith their dilated nostrils spread, 
 
 They silently inhale 
 The clover-scented gale, 
 
 And the vapors that arise 
 
 From the well-watered and smoking soil. 
 
 For this rest in the furrow after toil, 
 
 1 mimic, copies (toy.) 
 
 2 encumbered , burdened. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 Their large and lustrous eyes 
 Seem to thank the Lord, 
 
 More than man’s spoken word. 
 
 8. Near at hand, 
 
 From under the sheltering trees, 
 The farmer sees 
 
 His pastures and his fields of grain, 
 As they bend their tops 
 To the numberless beating drops 
 Of the incessant rain. 
 
 He counts it as no sin 
 That he sees therein 
 Only his own thrift and gain. 
 
 9. These and far more than these, 
 
 The Poet sees! 
 
 He can behold 
 Aquarius 1 old 
 
 Walking the fenceless fields of air; 
 And, from each ample fold 
 Of the clouds about him rolled, 
 Scattering everywhere 
 The showery rain, 
 
 As the farmer scatters his grain. 
 
 1 Aquarius , water-bearer. 
 
SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
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 10. He can behold 
 Things manifold 
 
 That have not yet been wholly told, — 
 Have not been wholly sung nor said: 
 
 For his thought, which never stops, 
 
 Follows the water-drops 
 
 Down to the graves of the dead, 
 
 Down through chasms and gulfs profound 
 To the dreary fountain-head 
 Of lakes and rivers under ground, 
 
 And sees them, when the rain is done, 
 
 On the bridge of colors seven, 
 
 Climbing up once more to heaven, 
 
 Opposite the setting sun. 
 
 11. Thus the seer, 1 
 With vision clear, 
 
 Sees forms appear and disappear, 
 
 In the perpetual round of strange 
 Mysterious change 
 
 From birth to death, from death to birth; 
 From earth to heaven, from heaven to earth, 
 Till glimpses more sublime 
 Of things unseen before 
 Unto his wondering eyes reveal 
 
 2seer, prophet, wise man. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 The universe, as an immeasurable wheel 
 
 Turning* forevermore 
 
 In the rapid and rushing* river of time. 
 
 THE REAPER AKD THE FLOWERS. 
 
 1. There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, 
 
 And, with his sickle keen, 
 
 He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, 
 
 And the flowers that grow between. 
 
 2. "Shall I have naught that is fair?” saith he; 
 
 ” Have naught but the bearded grain? 
 
 Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, 
 I will give them all back again.” 
 
 3. He gazed at the (lowers with tearful eyes, 
 
 lie 1 vissed their drooping leaves; 
 
 It was for the Lord of Paradise 
 lie bound them in his sheaves. 
 
 4. ” My Lord has need of these flowerets gay. 
 
 The Reaper said, and smiled; 
 
 Dear tokens of the earth are they, 
 
 Where he was once a child. 
 
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 5. " They shall all bloom in fields of light, 
 
 Transplanted by my care; 
 
 And saints, upon their garments white, 
 These sacred blossoms wear. ” 
 
 6. And the mother gave, in tears and pain, 
 
 The flowers she most did love; 
 
 She knew she should find them all again 
 In the fields of light above. 
 
 7. Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath, 
 
 The Reaper came that day; 
 
 ’Twas an angel visited the green earth, 
 And took the dowers away. 
 
 AFTERNOOA 1 1ST FEBRUARY. 
 
 1. The day is ending, 
 
 The night is descending; 
 
 The marsh is frozen, 
 
 The river dead. 
 
 2. Through clouds like ashes, 
 
 The red sun dashes 
 
 On village windows 
 That glimmer red. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 3. The snow recommences; 
 
 The buried fences 
 Mark no longer 
 
 The road o’er the plain; 
 
 4. While through the meadows, 
 Like fearful shadows, 
 
 Slowly passes 
 
 A funeral train. 
 
 5. The bell is pealing, 
 
 And every feeling 
 Within me responds 
 
 To the dismal knell. 
 
 6. Shadows are trailing, 
 
 My heart is bewailing 
 And tolling within 
 
 Like a funeral bell. 
 
 THE RAINY DAY. 
 
 1. The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; 
 
 It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
 
 The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, 
 But at every gust the dead leaves fall, 
 
 And the day is dark and dreary. 
 
SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
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 2. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; 
 
 It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
 
 My thoughts still cling to the monldering past, 
 But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, 
 And the days are dark and dreary. 
 
 3. Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; 
 
 Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; 
 
 Thy fate is the common fate of all; 
 
 Into each life some rain must fall: 
 
 Some days must be dark and dreary. 
 
 EXCELSIOR. 
 
 1. The shades of night were falling fast, 
 As through an Alpine village passed 
 A youth, who bore, ’mid snow and ice, 
 A banner with the strange device, 
 
 Excelsior! 1 
 
 2. His brow was sad; his eye beneath, 
 Flashed like a falchion 2 from its sheath, 
 And like a silver clarion 3 rung 
 
 The accents of that unknown tongue, 
 Excelsior! 
 
 1 Ex-cel'-si-or, still higher. 2 faV-chion , a sword. 3 clar ion , a bugle. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 3. In happy homes he saw the light 
 
 Of household fires gleam warm and bright; 
 Above, the spectral 1 glaciers 3 shone, 
 
 And from his lips escaped a groan, 
 Excelsior! 
 
 4. " Try not the pass! ” the old man said; 
 "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, 
 
 The roaring torrent is deep and wide! ” 
 
 And loud the clarion voice replied, 
 
 Excelsior! 
 
 5 . "Oh, stay! ” the maiden said, "and rest 
 Thy weary head upon this breast! ” 
 
 A tear stood in his bright blue eye, 
 
 But still he answered, with a sigh, 
 
 Excelsior! 
 
 (5. " Beware the pine tree’s withered branch! 
 Beware the awful avalanche!” 3 
 This was the peasant’s last Good-night. 
 
 A voice replied far up the height, 
 
 Excelsior! 
 
 7. At break of day, as heavenward 
 The pious monks of St. Bernard 
 
 1 &pe^hat, gliostly, awesome. 2 glct'eiers, rivers of lee. 3 av-a-lanche, a large body of 
 sliding snow, like a landslide. 
 
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 Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, 
 
 A voice cried through the startled air, 
 Excelsior! 
 
 8. A traveler, by the faithful hound, 
 Half-buried in the snow was found, 
 Still grasping in his hand of ice 
 That banner with the strange device, 
 
 Excelsior! 
 
 9. There in the twilight cold and gray, 
 Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, 
 
 And from the sky, serene and far, 
 
 A voice fell, like a falling star, 
 Excelsior! 
 
 THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. 
 
 1. It was the schooner Hesperus 
 
 That sailed the wintry sea, 
 
 And the skipper had taken his little daughter 
 To bear him company. 
 
 2. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, 
 
 Her cheeks like the dawn of day, 
 
 And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds 
 That ope in the month of May. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 3. The skipper he stood beside the helm, 
 
 His pipe was in his mouth, 
 
 And he watched how the veering flaw 1 did blow 
 The smoke now west, now south. 
 
 4. Then up and spake an old sailor 
 
 Had sailed the Spanish main, 2 
 "I pray thee put into yonder port, 
 
 For I fear a hurricane. 
 
 5. w Last night the moon had a golden ring, 
 
 And to-night no moon we see! ” 
 
 The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, 
 
 And a scornful laugh laughed he. 
 
 6. Colder and colder blew the wind, 
 
 A gale from the northeast; 
 
 The snow fell hissing in the brine, 
 
 And the billows frothed like yeast. 
 
 7. Down came the storm, and smote amain 3 
 
 The vessel in its strength; 
 
 She shuddered and paused like a frighted steed, 
 Then leaped her cable’s length. 
 
 8. " Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, 
 
 And do not tremble so; 
 
 1 veering flaw , shifting wind. 2 Spanith main, northern coast of South America. 
 3 amain, with great violence. 
 
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 For I can weather the roughest gale 
 That ever wind did blow. ” 
 
 9. He wrapped her warm in his seaman’s coat 
 Against the stinging blast; 
 
 He cut a rope from a broken spar, 
 
 And bound her to the mast. 
 
 10. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring; 
 
 O say, what may it be ? ” 
 
 " ’T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast! ” 
 
 And he steered for the open sea. 
 
 11. ”0 father! I hear the sound of guns; 
 
 O say, what may it be? ” 
 
 " Some ship in distress, that cannot live 
 In such an angry sea! ” 
 
 12. "O father I see a gleaming light; 
 
 O say, what may it be?” 
 
 But the father answered never a word, 
 
 A frozen corpse was he. 
 
 13. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, 
 
 With his face turned to the skies, 
 
 The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow 
 On his fixed and glassy eyes. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 14. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed 
 
 That saved she might be; 
 
 And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave 
 On the lake of Galilee. 
 
 15. And fast through the midnight dark and drear. 
 
 Through the whistling sleet and snow, 
 
 Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept 
 Towards the reef of Aorman’s Woe. 1 
 
 16. And ever the fitful gusts between 
 
 A sound came from the land; 
 
 It was the sound of the trampling surf 
 On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. 
 
 17. The breakers were right beneath her bows, 
 
 She drifted a dreary wreck, 
 
 And a whooping billow swept the crew 
 Like icicles from her deck. 
 
 18. She struck where the white and fleecy waves 
 
 Looked soft as carded wool, 
 
 Hut the cruel rocks they gored her side 
 Like the horns of an angry bull. 
 
 19. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, 
 
 With the masts went by the* board: 
 
 1 a dangerous reef of rocks near the entrance to (iloucester harbor. Mass. 
 
SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 Like a vessel of glass she stove and sank, — 
 Ho! ho! the breakers roared! 
 
 20. At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach 
 
 A fisherman stood aghast 
 To see the form of a maiden fair 
 Lashed close to a drifting mast. 
 
 21. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, 
 
 The salt tears in her eyes; 
 
 And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-wee( 
 On the billows fall and rise. 
 
 22. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, 
 
 In the midnight and the snow! 
 
 Christ save us all from a death like this 
 On the reef of Norman’s Woe! 
 
 PAUL PEVEKE’S RIDE. 
 
 1. 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. 
 
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 SELECTIONS FROM LONGFELLOW. 
 
 2. He said to his friend, " If the British march 
 By land or sea from the town 1 to-night, 
 
 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 2 will be, 
 
 Beady to ride and spread the alarm 
 Through every Middlesex village and farm, 
 
 For the country-folk to be up and to arm.” 
 
 3. Then he said w Good-night! ” and with muffled 
 
 oar 
 
 Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, 
 
 Just as the moon rose over the bay, 
 
 Where swinging wide at her moorings lay 
 The Somerset, British man-of-war; 
 
 A phantom ship, with each mast and spar 
 Across the moon like a prison bar, 
 
 And a huge black hulk that was magnified 
 By its own reflection in the tide. 
 
 4. Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, 
 Wanders and watches with eager ears, 
 
 Till in the silence around him he hears 
 The muster of men at the barrack door, 
 
 The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, 
 
 1 Boston. 2 Charlestown. 
 
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 And the measured tread of the grenadiers 1 
 Marching down to their boats on the shore. 
 
 5. Then he climbed to the tower of the church, 
 Up the wooden stairs with stealthy tread, 
 
 To the belfry chamber overhead, 
 
 And startled the pigeons from their perch, 
 On the sombre rafters, that round him made 
 Masses and moving shapes of shade,— 
 
 Up the light ladder, slender and tall, 
 
 To the highest window in the wall, 
 
 Where he paused to listen and look down 
 A moment on the roofs of the town, 
 
 And the moonlight flowing over all. 
 
 6. Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, 
 Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride 
 On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. 
 Now he patted his horse’s side, 
 
 Now gazed at the landscape far and near, 
 Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, 
 
 And turned and tightened his saddle girth; 
 But mostly he watched with eager search 
 The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, 
 As it rose above the graves on the hill, 
 Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. 
 
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 7. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height 
 A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! 
 
 He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, 
 But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight 
 A second lamp in the belfry burns! 
 
 8. A hurry of hoofs in a village street, 
 
 A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, 
 And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark 
 Struck out by a steed that flies fearless an 1 fleet: 
 That was all! And yet, through the gloom and 
 the light, 
 
 The fate of a nation was riding that night; 
 
 9. It was twelve by the village clock 
 
 When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. 
 He heard the crowing of the cock, 
 
 And the barking of the farmer’s dog, 
 
 And felt the damp of the river fog, 
 
 That rises after the sun goes down. 
 
 10. It was one by the village clock, 
 
 When he rode into Lexington. 
 
 He saw the gilded weathercock 
 Swim in the moonlight as he passed, 
 
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 And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, 
 Gaze at him with a spectral glare, 
 
 As if they already stood aghast 
 
 At the bloody work they would look upon. 
 
 11. It was two by the village clock, 
 
 When he came to the bridge in Concord town. 
 He heard the bleating of the flock, 
 
 And the twitter of the birds among the trees, 
 And felt the breath of the morning breeze 
 Blowing over the meadows brown. 
 
 12. So through the night rode Paul Revere; 
 
 And so through the night went his cry of alarm 
 To every Middlesex village and farm,— 
 
 A cry of defiance and not of fear, 
 
 A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, 
 And a word that shall echo forevermore! 
 
 For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, 
 Through all our history, to the last, 
 
 In the hour of darkness and peril and need, 
 
 The people will waken and listen to hear 
 The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, 
 
 And the midnight message of Paul Revere. 
 
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 Story of Boone. 
 
 Pioneers of the West. 
 
 Fremont and Carson. 
 
 Stories and Rhymes of Woodland. I. 
 Stories and Rhymes of Woodland. II. 
 Stories and Rhymes of Birdland. I. 
 Stories and Rhymes of Birdland. II. 
 Stories and Rhymes of Flowerland. I. 
 Stories and Rhymes of Flowerland. II. 
 
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 Hawthorne’s Three Golden Apples. 
 Hawthorne’s Miraculous Pitcher. 
 The Chimaera. (Hawthorne.) 
 Paradise of Children. (Hawthorne.) 
 Audubon. 
 
 Jefferson. 
 
 Nathan Hale. 
 
 6th Grade. 
 
 Legend of Sleepy Hollow. (Irving.) 
 
 Rip Van Winkle, etc. (Irving.) 
 
 King of the Golden River. (Ruskin.) 
 
 We are Seven, etc-? (Wordsworth.) 
 
 Rab and His Friends. 
 
 Christmas Eve, etc. (Irving.) 
 
 Pied Piper of Hamlin. (Browning.) 
 
 John Gilpin, etc. (Cowper.) 
 
 Lady of the Lake. Canto I. (Scott.) 
 Declaration of Independence. 
 
 Thanatopsis and Other Poems. (Bryant.) 
 The Minotaur. Hawthorne.) 
 
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 85. The Pygmies. (Hawthorne.) 
 
 86. The Dragon’s Teeth. (Hawthorne.) 
 
 93. Great Stone Face. (Hawthorne.) 
 
 94. Snow Image. (Hawthorne.) 
 
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 40. Ancient Mariner. (Coleridge.) 
 
 41. Evangeline. (Longfellow.) 
 
 58. Lady of the Lake. Canto II. (Scott.) 
 
 8th Grade. 
 
 19. The Deserted Village. (Goldsmith.) 
 
 37. Othello, etc.^ (Lamb.) 
 
 38. The Tempest, etc. (Lamb.) 
 
 49. L’Allegro and Other Poems. (Milton.) 
 
 51. As You Like It ; (Shakespeare.) 
 
 52. - Merchant of Venice. (Shakespeare.) 
 
 53. Henry the Eighth. (Shakespeare.) 
 
 ,56. The Elegy, etc. (Gray.) 
 
 59.' Lady of the Lake. Canto III. (Scott.) 
 
 65. Sir Roger De Coverley. 
 
 80. Cotter’s Saturday Night (Burns.) 
 
 88. Sir Launfal. 
 
 in. The Prisoner of Chillon. (Byron.) 
 
 112. Lady of the Lake. Canto IV. (Scott) 
 
 113. Lady of the Lake. Canto V. (Scott.) 
 
 114. Lady of the Lake. Canto VI. (Scott.) 
 
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