...not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through...people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof -beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere. Put Me Off At Boston Town All Trains...

...fields to emerge again Under the trees at the tum of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. 14 So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through...people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beat of that steed, And the midnight-message of Paul Revere. LXI. — WASHINGTON AT MOUNT VERNON....

...not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through...his tale, Then rising took down from its nail The sword that hung there, dim with dust, And cleaving to its sheath with rust, And said, " This sword...

...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night- wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last,...people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof -beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere. Longfellow. III. INTEKLUDE. THE...

...bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing...his tale, Then rising, took down from its nail The sword that hung there, dim with dust, And cleaving to its sheath with rust, And said, " This sword...

...through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance arid not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the...listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, The poet having praised the hero of Lexington, at the expense of the old knight who went Clinking about...

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...ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, When crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees...people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beat of that steed, And the midnight message of PAUL REVERE. RAIN IN SUMMER. TTOW beautiful is...

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...bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze ' Blowing...And the midnight message of Paul Revere. INTERLUDE. PAUL EEVERE'S RIDE. And said, " This sword was in the fight." The Poet seized it, and exclaimed, "...