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Title: Home school of American literature:
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Birdsall, William Wilfred, 1854-1909, (from old catalog) comp. and ed Jones, Rufus Matthew, 1863- (from old catalog) joint comp. and ed
Subjects: American literature English literature
Publisher: Philadelphia, Pa., Elliott publishing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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ok not alone on youthful prime, Or manhoods active might:Man then is useful to his kind, Supported is his right.But see him on the edge of life. With cares and sorrows worn.Then age and want, oh ! ill-matched pair 5 Show man was made to mourn. Many and sharp the numerous ills Inwoven with our frame !More pointed still we make ourselves, ROBERT BURNS, 579 Regret, remorse, and shame !And man, whose heaven-erected face The smiles of love adorn,Mans inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn ! Yet, let not this too much, my son.Disturb thy youthful breast: This partial view of human-kindIs surely not the last! The poor, oppressed, honest man, Had never, sure, been born.Had there not been some recompenseTo comfort those that mourn ! O Death ! the poor mans dearest friend. The kindest and the best!Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest!The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow. From pomp and pleasure torn ;But, oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! —I
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The Smith and Thee Gat Roaring Fou. TAM OSHANTER. M HEN chapman billies leave the street.And drouthy neebors, neebors meet,And market days are wearing late,An folks begin to tak the gate;While we sit bousing at the nappy,An gettin fou and unco happy.We think na on the lang Scots miles.The mosses, waters, slaps and styles.That lie between us and our hame,Where sits our sulky sullen dame.Gathering her brows like gathering storm,Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam OShanter,.As he frae Ayr ae night did canter(Auld Ayr, wham neer a town surpasses.For honest men and bonnie lasses).O Tam ! hadst thou but been sae wise,As taen thy ain wife Kates advice !She tauld thee well thou was a skellum,A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum ;That frae November till October,Ae market-day thou was nae sober;That ilka melder, wi the miller,Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; 58o ROBERT BURNS. That evry naig was cad a shoe on,The smith and thee gat roaring fou on ;That at the L

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