I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
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THERE was a giant in time of old,
A mighty one was he;
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I'M not a chicken; I have seen
Full many a chill September,
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I WROTE some lines once on a time
In wondrous merry mood,
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NOT in the world of light alone,
Where God has built his blazing throne,
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WE count the broken lyres that rest
Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,
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SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
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WHAT flower is this that greets the morn,
Its hues from Heaven so freshly born?
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FLAG of the heroes who left us their glory,
Borne through their battle-fields' thunder
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As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,
To the billows of foam-crested blu
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Little I ask; my wants are few;
I only wish a hut of stone,
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IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen
With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward to the gree
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COME, dear old comrade, you and I
Will steal an hour from days gone by,
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OH for one hour of youthful joy!
Give back my twentieth spring!
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HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
If there has, take him out, without
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GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess,
Thirteen summers, or something less;
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DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends,
The patient Organ-blower bends;
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SAY not the Poet dies!
Though in the dust he lies,
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How the mountains talked together,
Looking down upon the weather,
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I
ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us,
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YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
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WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting?
Not unfamiliar to my ear his name,
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THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,--
My airy oriel on the river shore,--
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"Bring me my broken harp," he said;
"We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,--
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Behold the rocky wall
That down its sloping sides <
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I love all sights of earth and skies,
From flowers that glo
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Oh, there are times
When all this fret and tumult that we hear
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If all the trees in all the woods were men;
And each and every blade of grass a pen;
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Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
That was built in such a logical way
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IN the hour of twilight shadows
The Pilgrim sire looked out;
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