Just over the way, with its front to the street, Up one flight of stairs, is a room snug and neat, With a prospect Mark Tapley right jolly would call;-- Two churches, one graveyard, one bulging brick wall, Where, raven-like, Science gloats over its wealth, And the skeleton grins at the lectures on health.
Hoar's poetic lines reflect his observations of a room and its surroundings, showcasing his literary talent.
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His life, so far as he took part in political affairs, was devoted to objects wholly public, never personal.
Never rode to the wrong's redressing A worthier paladin.
He has fallen at the very gate of an honorable and eminent career, and a thousand hopes are buried in his grave.
I took a great interest in the founding of the famous Worcester Polytechnic Institute, and I was the first person named in its Act of Incorporation.
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