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dance of the supply is a constant temptation to pass on to something new, and thus it may happen that while a love for reading may be fostered, that finer culture that comes from a loving and intimate association with something beautiful in literature may be wholly wanting.

The poems here presented, though admirably fitted for young people on account of their simplicity and generally objective character, are, for the most part, of high literary merit, and the friendship formed for them in youth will be likely to grow stronger with the advancing years.

In a few cases omissions have been made in order to make the poems more suitable for the class room, and some notes have been prepared which, it is hoped, will. be found adequate for all points of real difficulty.:: Thċ brief- biographical sketches accompanying the poenis are: designed not so much for information as to awakeną desire to know more of the men and veginien who have “illumined, adorned, and exalted the world in which we live."

Acknowledgments are hereby made to J. B. Lippincott & Co. for their kindness in allowing the editor to include “Sheridan's Ride" in this collection.

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THOMAS HOOD (1799–1845), a Londoner by birth, is known chiefly as a writer of humorous verse, though such poems as the 'Song of the Shirt' and the ‘Bridge of Sighs' show us the more serious side of his nature. He is also the author of some charming lyrics, the best known of which are · Fair Ines' and 'Time of Roses. Throughout his life he fought bravely against poverty and ill health, and, as he said himself, gained a livelihood by being a lively Hood.'



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I REMEMBER, I remember

The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day,
But now I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away!


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