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Siege of Valencia

The Falls of Niagara...

The Yew-tree of Lorton

Time

To a Jessamine Tree in Naworth Castle.. Earl of Carlisle

Mercy

Shakspeare

Brainard..

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POETICAL SELECTIONS.

MARIANA.

"Mariana in the moated grange."

Measure for Measure.

WITH blackest moss the flower-pots
Were thickly crusted, one and all;
The rusted nails fell from the knots

That held the peach to the garden-wall.
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange;
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch

Upon the lonely, moated grange.

She only said, "My life is dreary,

He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

Her tears fell with the dews at even;

Her tears fell ere the dews were dried; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide.

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