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She has made me wayside posies: here they stand,
Bringing fresh memories of where they grew
As new-come travellers from a world we knew Wake every while some image of their land,
So these whose buds our woodland breezes fanned Bring...

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
He said to his friend, "If the British m...