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Famous StoriesDiogenes The Wise ManAt Cor-inth, in Greece, there lived a very wise man whose n... Grace Darling It was a dark Sep-tem-ber morning. There was a storm at sea... The Black Douglas In Scotland, in the time of King Robert Bruce, there lived ... The Inchcape Rock In the North Sea there is a great rock called the Inch-cape... The White Ship King Henry, the Handsome Scholar, had one son, named Willia... How Napoleon Crossed The Alps About a hundred years ago there lived a great gen-er-al who... Sir Humphrey Gilbert More than three hundred years ago there lived in England a ... A Story Of Robin Hood In the rude days of King Rich-ard and King John there were ... The Miller Of The Dee Once upon a time there lived on the banks of the River Dee ... Antonio Canova A good many years ago there lived in Italy a little boy who... The King And His Hawk Gen'ghis Khan was a great king and war-rior. He led his ... The Brave Three Hundred All Greece was in danger. A mighty army, led by the great K... Three Men Of Gotham There is a town in England called Go-tham, and many merry s... Mignon Here is the story of Mignon as I remember having read it in... The Ungrateful Soldier Here is another story of the bat-tle-field, and it is much ... Horatius At The Bridge Once there was a war between the Roman people and the E-tru... The Sword Of Damocles There was once a king whose name was Di-o-nys'i-us. He was ... The Story Of Regulus On the other side of the sea from Rome there was once a gre... Sir Philip Sidney A cruel battle was being fought. The ground was covered wit... Arnold Winkelried A great army was marching into Swit-zer-land. If it should ... |
HE NEVER SMILED AGAINThe 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! Next: KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT Previous: THE WHITE SHIP
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