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Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths..
No, not more welcome the fairy pumbers....
No shoes to hide her tiny toes
Not in the swaying of the summer trees.
Not she with traitorous kiss her Savior stung-
Not that from life and all its woes..
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger
O a wonderful stream is the river Time
O brown lark, loving cloud-land best-.
Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much
Oh! beautiful thou art
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
Oh! the old clock of the household stock
Old fashioned, yes, I know they are
One morning, when Spring was in her teens..
Only the actions of the just...
On thy fair bosom, silver lake
O soul of mine, look out and see.
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd.
Our sweetest and most bitter hours are thine
Over hill, over dale.....
Over the river on the hill
Over the river they beckon to me......
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow
Precious and lovely, I yield her to thee
Reader, attend,—whether thy soul
Respect is what we owe; love what we give..
Ring on, ring on, sweet Sabbath bell.
Seated one day at the organ
See what a lovely shell
She walks in beauty, like the night.
Silence filled the courts of heaven.
Sing a low song!
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares.
Slowly the night is falling
Softly fell the touch of twilight on Judea's silent hills
So live, that, when thy summons comes to join
Some beauties yet no precepts can declare
“Sometime,” we say, and turn our eyes..
Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned..

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The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold
The Beautiful City! Forever
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
The drying up a single tear has more
The earth grows dark about me
The fairest action of our human life.
The fountains mingle with the river..
The harp at Nature's advent strung
The light was low in the school-room..
The Lord descended from above....
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat..
The old farm gate hangs sagging down
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose..
The splendor falls on castle walls....
The Spring is here—the delicate-footed May....
The surging era of human life forever onward rolls.
The touches of her hands are like the fall
The weary teacher sat alone
The world is full of glorious likenesses.
There are in this loud stunning tide.
There be none of beauty's daughters.--
There comes a time or soon or late..
There is many a rest on the road of life..
· There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
There's a beautiful face in the silent air.
There the most dainty paradise on ground.
These are the living pleasures of the bard.
They drive home the cows from the pasture.
This globe pourtray'd the race of learned men.
This is the month, and this the happy morn.
This motto I give to the young and the old.
Thou com’st in beauty, on my gaze at last..
Three Poets, in three distant ages born
Thy love, dear heart, till closed thy léngthened years
Thy voice is like the sea's voice when it makes ..
“Till death us part”.
“Tired:” Oh yes! so tired, dear...
Tis not in fate to harm me

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Under the greenwood tree
Unhappy White, while life was in its spring.
Up and away, like the dew of the morning..
Upon the sadness of the sea...
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We all have waking visions—I have mine

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Where the bee sucks, there lurk I.-----

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Where the rocks are gray and the shore is steep

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“Which shall it be, which shall it be?.

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Who will care?----

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THE AUDIPHONE,

GOOD NEWS FOR THE DEAF.

An Instrument that Enables Deaf Persons to Hear Ordinary Con versation Readily Through the Medium of the Teeth, and those Born Deaf and Dumb to Hear and Learn

to Speak. How it is Done, Etc.

The Audiphone is a new instrument made of a peculiar composition, possessing the property of gathering the faintest sounds (somewhat similar to a telephone diaphragm), and conveying them to the auditory nerve, through the medium of the teeth. The external ear has nothing whatever to do in hearing with this wonderful instrument.

It is made in the shape of a fan, and can be used as such, if desired.

When adjusted for hearing, it is in suitable tension and the upper edge is pressed slightly against one or more of the upper teeth.

Ordinary conversation can be heard with ease. In mot cases deafness is not detected, it being generally supposedl, as is the experience of the inventor, that the party deaf, is simply amusing himself with the fan.

The instrument also greatly facilitates conversation by 3oftening the voice of the person using it, enabling--even in cases of mutes--the deaf party to hear his own words distinctly.

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