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Do you think, O blue eyed banditti,Because you have scaled the wall,Such an old mustache as I amIs not a match for you all! DO YOU THINK O BLUE EYED BANDITTI BECAUSE YOU HAVE SCALED THE WALL SUCH AN OLD MOUSTACHE AS I AM IS NOT A MATCH FOR YOU ALL
II: From Tennyson to Whitman.The Harvard Classics. 1909â14. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 788. The Children’s Hour BETWEEN the dark and the daylight,When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,That is known as the Children’s Hour.I hear in the chamber above meThe patter of little feet,The sound of a door that is opened,And voices soft and sweet.From my study I see in the lamplight,Descending the broad hall stair,Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,And Edith with golden hair.A whisper, and then a silence:Yet I know by their merry eyesThey are plotting and planning togetherTo take me by surprise.A sudden rush from the stairway,A sudden raid from the hall!By three doors left unguardedThey enter my castle wall!They climb up into my turretO’er the arms and back of my chair;If I try to escape, they surround me;They seem to be everywhere.They almost devour me with kisses,Their arms about me entwine,Till I think of the Bishop of BingenIn his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Y HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW READ FOR LIVERBOCK STOT ORG BY JERRY DIXON OCTOBER EIGHTH TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHT BETWEEN THE DARK AND THE DAYLIGHT WHEN THE NIGHT IS BEGINNING TO LOWER COMES A PAUSE IN THE DAY'S OCCUPATIONS THAT IS KNOWN AS THE CHILDREN'S HOUR I HEAR IN THE CHAMBER ABOVE ME THE PATTER OF LITTLE FEET THE SOUND OF A DOOR THAT IS OPENED AND VOICES SOFT AND SWEET FROM MY STUDY I SEE IN THE LAMPLIGHT DESCENDING THE BROAD HALL STAIR GRAVE ALICE AND LAUGHING ALLEGRA AND EDITH WITH GOLDEN HAIR A WHISPER AND THEN A SILENCE YET I KNOW BY THEIR MERRY EYES THEY ARE PLODDING AND PLANNING TOGETHER TO TAKE ME BY SURPRISE A SUDDEN RUSH FROM THE STAIRWAY A SUDDEN RAID FROM THE HALL BUT THREE DOORS LEFT UNGUARDED THEY ENTER MY CASTLE WALL THEY CLIMB UP INTO MY TURRET OR THE ARMS AND BACK OF MY CHAIR IF I TRY TO ESCAPE THEY SURROUND ME THEY SEEM TO BE EVERYWHERE THEY ALMOST DEVOUR ME WITH KISSES THEIR ARMS ABOUT ME IN TWINE TILL I THINK OF THE BISHOP OF BINGEN IN HIS MOUSE TOWER ON THE RHINE
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