1. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress.—_Byron._
2. News of battle! News of battle!
Hark! ’tis ringing down the street.—_Aytoun._
3. Oh! I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,
Where grief can’t reach you more!—_Lady Dufferin._
4. But, hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising
knell.—_Byron._
5. And, lo! from far, as on they pressed, there came a
glittering band.—_Hemans._
6. “Alas,” said I, “man was made in vain!”—_Addison._
7. “Indeed!” said Uncle Tim, “pray, what do you make of the
abstraction of a red cow?”—_Haliburton._
8. “Yet give one kiss to your mother dear!
Alas! my child, I sinned for thee.”
“O mother, mother, mother,” she said,
“So strange it seems to me.”—_Tennyson._
9. Ho! breakers on the weather bow,
And hissing white the sea;
Go, loose the topsail, mariner,
And set the helm a-lee.—_Swain._
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