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The Sword Of Damocles
There was once a king whose name was Di-o-nys'i-us. He was ...

Horatius At The Bridge
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Doctor Goldsmith
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King Alfred And The Beggar
At one time the Danes drove King Alfred from his kingdom, a...

King Canute On The Seashore
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The Story Of Regulus
On the other side of the sea from Rome there was once a gre...

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

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

Alexander And Bucephalus
One day King Philip bought a fine horse called Bu-ceph'a-lu...

The Sons Of William The Conqueror
There was once a great king of England who was called Wil-l...

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

Other Wise Men Of Gotham
One day, news was brought to Gotham that the king was comin...

The Inchcape Rock
In the North Sea there is a great rock called the Inch-cape...

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

Arnold Winkelried
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The Brave Three Hundred
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The Ungrateful Soldier
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Sir Philip Sidney
A cruel battle was being fought. The ground was covered wit...

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

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



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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