...; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through...cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that...

...would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the...cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that...

...be lying dead, Pierced by a British ruus.ket-balL 1 3 You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British regulars fired and fled, — How the...gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard-wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under...

...would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-balL 13 You know the rest. In the boots you have read How the British regulars fired and fled, — How the...farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fen* and farmyard-wall, Chasiug the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again...

...would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, Prom behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields...

...would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the...cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that...

...would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing...cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that...

...would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have readj How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the...turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. Sfc- through the night rode Paul Eevere ; And so through the night went his. cry of alarm To every...

...dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. The rest of the story we all know. The poem concludes thus : So through the night rode Paul Revere : And so through...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 door, And a word that...

...would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-hall. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled,— How the farmers gave them hall for hall, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the Inne, Then...