O what is that sound which so thrills the ear Down in the valley drumming, drumming? Only the scarlet soldiers, dear, The soldiers coming. O what is that light I see flashing so clear? Over the distance brightly, brightly? Only the sun on their weapons, dear, As they step lightly.
Roland feels his death is near; His brain is oozing by either ear. For his peers he prayed. God keep them well; Invoked the angel Gabriel. That none reproach him, his horn he clasped;
The oak one day address the reed: “To you ungenerous indeed Has nature been, my humble friend, With weakness aye obliged to bend. The smallest bird that flits in air Is quite too much for you to bear; The slightest wind that wreathes the lake Your ever-trembling head does shake. The while, my towering form [...]
Best Piece for Elocution Contest! My father he’s at the kiln away. My mother sits at her spinning; But wait, I’ll too be a man someday, And a sweetheart I’ll be winning. So dark it is far off in the forest.
How do I know that my youth’s all spent? Well, my get up and go has got up and went. But in spite of it all, I am able to grin When I recall where my get up has been.
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