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Picciola
Many years ago there was a poor gentleman shut up in one of...

Diogenes The Wise Man
At Cor-inth, in Greece, there lived a very wise man whose n...

The King And His Hawk
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The Story Of Regulus
On the other side of the sea from Rome there was once a gre...

The Kingdoms
There was once a king of Prussia whose name was Frederick W...

The Ungrateful Soldier
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The Brave Three Hundred
All Greece was in danger. A mighty army, led by the great K...

Arnold Winkelried
A great army was marching into Swit-zer-land. If it should ...

The Black Douglas
In Scotland, in the time of King Robert Bruce, there lived ...

Sir Philip Sidney
A cruel battle was being fought. The ground was covered wit...

Sir Humphrey Gilbert
More than three hundred years ago there lived in England a ...

The Miller Of The Dee
Once upon a time there lived on the banks of the River Dee ...

The Endless Tale
In the Far East there was a great king who had no work to d...

The Story Of Cincinnatus
There was a man named Cin-cin-na'tus who lived on a little ...

The Ungrateful Guest
Among the soldiers of King Philip there was a poor man who ...

Bruce And The Spider
There was once a king of Scot-land whose name was Robert Br...

The Story Of William Tell
The people of Swit-zer-land were not always free and happy ...

King Alfred And The Cakes
Many years ago there lived in Eng-land a wise and good ...

A Laconic Answer
Many miles beyond Rome there was a famous country which we ...

King Canute On The Seashore
A hundred years or more after the time of Alfred the Great ...



HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN








The bark that held the prince went down,
The sweeping waves rolled on;
And what was England's glorious crown
To him that wept a son?
He lived, for life may long be borne
Ere sorrow breaks its chain:
Why comes not death to those who mourn?
He never smiled again.

There stood proud forms before his throne,
The stately and the brave;
But who could fill the place of one,--
That one beneath the wave?
Before him passed the young and fair,
In pleasure's reckless train;
But seas dashed o'er his son's bright hair--
He never smiled again.

He sat where festal bowls went round;
He heard the minstrel sing;
He saw the tour-ney's victor crowned
Amid the knightly ring.
A murmur of the restless deep
Was blent with every strain,
A voice of winds that would not sleep--
He never smiled again.

Hearts, in that time, closed o'er the trace
Of vows once fondly poured,
And strangers took the kins-man's place
At many a joyous board;
Graves which true love had bathed with tears
Were left to heaven's bright rain;
Fresh hopes were born for other years--
_He_ never smiled again!





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