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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pathos Of Applause</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The greeting of the company throughout<br>Was like a jubilee,--the children's shout<br>And fusillading hand-claps, with great guns<br>And detonations of the older ones,<br>Raged to such tumult of tempestuous joy,<br>It even more alarmed than pleased the boy;<br>Till, with a sudden twitching lip, he slid<br>Down to the floor and dodged across and hid<br>His face against his mother as she raised<br>Him to the shelter of her heart, and praised<br>His story in low whisperings, and smoothed<br>The 'amber-colored hair,' and kissed, and soothed<br>And lulled him back to sweet tranquillity--<br>'And 'ats a sign 'at you're the Ma fer me!'<br>He lisped, with gurgling ecstasy, and drew<br>Her closer, with shut eyes; and feeling, too,<br>If he could only _purr_ now like a cat,<br>He would undoubtedly be doing that!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And now'--the serious host said, lifting there<br>A hand entreating silence;--'now, aware<br>Of the good promise of our Traveler guest<br>To add some story with and for the rest,<br>I think I favor you, and him as well,<br>Asking a story I have heard him tell,<br>And know its truth,in each minute detail:'<br>Then leaning on his guest's chair, with a hale<br>Hand-pat by way of full indorsement, he<br>Said, 'Yes--the Free-Slave story--certainly.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old man, with his waddy notebook out,<br>And glittering spectacles, glanced round about<br>The expectant circle, and still firmer drew<br>His hat on, with a nervous cough or two:<br>And, save at times the big hard words, and tone<br>Of gathering passion--all the speaker's own,--<br>The tale that set each childish heart astir<br>Was thus told by 'The Noted Traveler.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Was like a jubilee,--the children's shout
And fusillading hand-claps, with great guns
And detonations of the older ones,
Raged to such tumult of tempestuous joy,
It even more alarmed than pleased the boy;
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