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The wounds I might have healed!

The human sorrow and smart! And yet it never was in my soul

To play so ill a part; But evil is wrought by want of thought,

As well as want of heart!' She clasped her fervent hands,

And the tears began to stream;
Large, and bitter, and fast they fell,

Remorse was so extreme;
And yet, O, yet, that many a dame

Would dream the Lady's Dream!

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I

KNEW by his looks what he'd come for I

plainly had seen from the first It must come to this sooner or later, and I'd made up

my mind for the worst. So I hid myself under the curtains, where the loving

pair couldn't see me, In order to watch their proceedings, and hear what he

said unto she.

I saw he was fearfully nervous, that in fact he was

suffering pain, By the way that he fussed with his collar and poked

all the chairs with his cane; That he blushed; that he wouldn't look at her, but

kept his eyes fixed on the floor, And took the unusual precaution of taking his seat

near the door.

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He began, “It is-er-er-fine weather, -remarkable

weather for May." “Do you thinl- so?" said she; "it is raining.”—“Oh, so

it is raining to-ay. I meant 't will be pleasant to-morrow," he stammered:

"en_erdo you śkate?" “Oh, yes she replied, "at the season; but isn't May

rather too late?'' The silence that followed was awful; he continued, "I

see a sweet dove," ('Twas only an innocent sparrow, but blind are the

eyes of true love,) A dove of most beautiful plumage on the top of that

wide-spreading tree,

Which reminds me,"—she sighed,—“O, sweet maiden!

which reminds me, dear angel, of thee." Her countenance changed in a moment; there followed

a terrible pause; I felt that the crisis was coming, and hastily dropped

on all fours, In order to see the thing better. His face grew as

white as a sheet, He gave one spasmodical effort, and lifelessly dropped

at her feet. She said—what she said I won't tell you. She raised

the poor wretch from the ground. I drew back my head for an instant. Good heavens!

Oh, what was that sound? I eagerly peered through the darkness,-for twilight

had made the room dim,And plainly perceived it was kissing, -and kissing not

all done by him. I burst into loud fits of laughter: "know it was terribly

mean, Still I couldn't resist the tempt to appear for a

while on the scene; But she viewed me with perfect

composure as she kissed him again with a smile And remarked, 'twixt that kiss and the next one, that

"she'd known I was there all the while

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Houghton, Mifflin & Company. Reprinted with permission. By HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

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PEAK! speak! thou fearful guest!

Who, with thy hollow breast
Still in rude armour drest,

Comest to daunt me!
Wrapt not in Eastern balms,
But with thy fleshless palms
Stretched, as if asking alms,

Why dost thou haunt me?"
Then, from those cavernous eyes
Pale flashes seemed to rise,
As when the Northern skies

Gleam in December;
And, like the water's flow
Under December's snow,
Came a dull voice of woe

From the heart's chamber.
“I was a Viking old!
My deeds, though manifold,
No Skala in song has told,

No Saga taught thee!
Take heed, that in thy verse
Thou dost the tale rehearse,
Else dread a dead man's curse;

For this I sought thee.
"Far in the Northern Land,
By the wild Baltic's strand,
I, with my childish hand,
Tamed the ger-falcon;

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And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound

Trembled to walk on.

Oft to his frozen lair
Tracked I the grisly bear,
While from my path the hare

Fled like a shadow;
Oft through the forest dark
Followed the were-wolf's bark,
Until the soaring lark

Sang from the meadow.

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“But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew

With the marauders.
Wild was the life we led;
Many the souls that sped,
Many the hearts that bled,

By our stern orders.
“Many a wassail-bout
Wore the long winter out;
Often our midnight shout

Set the cocks crowing,
As we the Berserk's tale
Measured in cups of ale,
Draining the oaken pail,

Filled to o'erflowing.

"Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea,

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