The other powerless to be born.
_Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse._
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
_Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse._
_Philistine_ must have originally meant, in the mind of those who
invented the nickname, a strong, dogged, unenlightened opponent
of the children of the light.
_Essays in Criticism. Heinrich Heine._
There is no better motto which it [culture] can have than these
words of Bishop Wilson, "To make reason and the will of God
prevail."
_Culture and Anarchy. P. 8._
RUTHERFORD B. HAYES. 1822- ----.
He serves his party best who serves the country best.[665-1]
_Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877._
FOOTNOTES:
[665-1] See Pope, page 339.
LEONARD HEATH.
On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows
Assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave,
The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows,
Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave.
The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle;
He heeds not, he hears not, he 's free from all pain;
He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle;
No sound can awake him to glory again![666-1]
_The Grave of Bonaparte._
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain:
Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
_The Grave of Bonaparte._
FOOTNOTES:
[666-1] This song was composed and set to music, about 1842, by
Leonard Heath, of Nashua, who died a few years ago.--BELA CHAPIN:
_The Poets of New Hampshire, 1883, p. 760._
BAYARD TAYLOR. 1825-1878.
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.
_Bedouin Song._
They sang of love, and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain's glory;
Each heart recall'd a different name,
But all sang Annie Lawrie.
_The Song of the Camp._
The bravest are the tenderest,--
The loving are the daring.
_The Song of the Camp._
DINAH M. MULOCK. 1826- ----.
Two hands upon the breast,
And labour 's done;[667-1]
Two pale feet crossed in rest,
The race is won.
_Now and Afterwards._
FOOTNOTES:
[667-1] Two hands upon the breast, and labour is past.--_Russian
Proverb._
ALEXANDER SMITH. 1830-1867.
Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire.
_A Life Drama. Sc. ii._
In winter, when the dismal rain
Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.
_A Life Drama. Sc. ii._
A poem round and perfect as a star.
_A Life Drama. Sc. ii._
H. F. CHORLEY. 1831-1872.
A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!
_The Brave Old Oak._
Then here 's to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who stands in his pride alone!
And still flourish he a hale green tree
When a hundred years are gone!
_The Brave Old Oak._
ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. 1832- ----.
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight!
Make me a child again, just for to-night!
_Rock me to sleep._
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,--
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
_Rock me to sleep._
BISHOP HENRY C. POTTER. 1835- ----.
We have exchanged the Washingtonian dignity for the Jeffersonian
simplicity, which was in truth only another name for the
Jacksonian vulgarity.
_Address at the Washington Centennial Service in St. Paul's Chapel, New
York, April 30, 1889._
If there be no nobility of descent, all the more indispensable is
it that there should be nobility of ascent,--a character in them
that bear rule so fine and high and pure that as men come within
the circle of its influence they involuntarily pay homage to that
which is the one pre-eminent distinction, the royalty of virtue.
_Address at the Washington Centennial Service in St. Paul's Chapel, New
York, April 30, 1889._
FRANCIS M. FINCH.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Love and tears for the Blue,
Tears and love for the Gray.[668-1]
_The Blue and the Gray._
FOOTNOTES:
[668-1] This poem first appeared in the "Atlantic Monthly."
GROVER CLEVELAND. 1837- ----.
After an existence of nearly twenty years of almost innocuous
desuetude these laws are brought forth.
_Message, March 1, 1886._
It is a condition which confronts us--not a theory.[669-1]
_Annual Message, 1887._
I have considered the pension list of the republic a roll of
honor.
_Veto of Dependent Pension Bill, July 5, 1888._
Party honesty is party expediency.
_Interview in New York Commercial Advertiser, Sept. 19, 1889._
FOOTNOTES:
[669-1] See Disraeli, page 607.
FRANCIS BRET HARTE. 1839- ----.
Which I wish to remark,--
And my language is plain,--
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
_Plain Language from Truthful James._
Ah Sin was his name.
_Plain Language from Truthful James._
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
_Plain Language from Truthful James._
FRANCIS W. BOURDILLON. 1852- ----.
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
_Light._
MISCELLANEOUS.
It may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six
thousand years for an observer.
JOHN KEPLER (1571-1630). _Martyrs of Science_ (_Brewster_). _P. 197._
Needle in a bottle of hay.
FIELD (---- -1641): _A Woman's a Weathercock._ (_Reprint, 1612, p. 20._)
He is a fool who thinks by force or skill
To turn the current of a woman's will.
SAMUEL TUKE (---- -1673): _Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3._
Laugh and be fat.
JOHN TAYLOR (1580?-1684). Title of a Tract, 1615.
Diamond cut diamond.
JOHN FORD (1586-1639): _The Lover's Melancholy. Act i. Sc. 1._
A liberty to that only which is good, just, and honest.
JOHN WINTHROP (1588-1649): _Life and Letters. Vol. ii. p. 341._
I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.
RICHARD BAXTER (1615-1691): _Love breathing Thanks and Praise._
Though this may be play to you,
'T is death to us.
ROGER L' ESTRANGE (1616-1704): _Fables from Several Authors. Fable 398._
And there 's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but born and die.
STEPHEN HARVEY (_circa_ 1627): _Juvenal, Satire ix._
May I govern my passion with absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away.
WALTER POPE (1630-1714): _The Old Man's Wish._
When change itself can give no more,
'T is easy to be true.
CHARLES SEDLEY (1639-1701): _Reasons for Constancy._
The real Simon Pure.
SUSANNAH CENTLIVRE (1667-1723): _A bold Stroke for a Wife._
When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
GEORGE SEWELL (---- -1726): _The Suicide._
Studious of ease, and fond of humble things.
AMBROSE PHILLIPS (1671-1749): _From Holland to a Friend in England._
My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,
By time subdued (what will not time subdue!),
A horrid chasm disclosed.
JOHN PHILIPS (1676-1708): _The Splendid Shilling. Line 121._
For twelve honest men have decided the cause,
Who are judges alike of the facts and the laws.
WILLIAM PULTENEY (1682-1764): _The Honest Jury._
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,
Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony days been;
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We 'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.
ALLAN RAMSAY (1686-1758): _Lochaber no More._
Busy, curious, thirsty fly,
Drink with me, and drink as I.
WILLIAM OLDYS (1696-1761): _On a Fly drinking out of a Cup of Ale._
Thus Raleigh, thus immortal Sidney shone
(Illustrious names!) in great Eliza's days.
THOMAS EDWARDS (1699-1757): _Canons of Criticism._
One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.
ROBERT DODSLEY (1703-1764): _The Parting Kiss._
A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.
CHARLES WESLEY: _Christian Fidelity._
Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down.
_Divine Love._
Of right and wrong he taught
Truths as refined as ever Athens heard;
And (strange to tell!) he practised what he preached.
JOHN ARMSTRONG (1709-1779): _The Art of Preserving Health. Book iv. Line
301._
Gentle shepherd, tell me where.
SAMUEL HOWARD (1710-1782).
Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue!
Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes?
Remember, when the judgment 's weak the prejudice is strong.
KANE O'HARA (---- -1782): _Midas. Act i. Sc. 4._
Where passion leads or prudence points the way.
ROBERT LOWTH (1710-1787): _Choice of Hercules, i._
And he that will this health deny,
Down among the dead men let him lie.
---- DYER (published in the early part of the reign of George I.).
Each cursed his fate that thus their project crossed;
How hard their lot who neither won nor lost!
RICHARD GRAVES (1715-1804): _The Festoon_ (1767).
Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer!
List, ye landsmen all, to me;
Messmates, hear a brother sailor
Sing the dangers of the sea.
GEORGE A. STEVENS (1720-1784): _The Storm._
That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,--
Creation's blot, creation's blank.
THOMAS GIBBONS (1720-1785): _When Jesus dwelt._
In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast,
and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man
at length manifested.
RICHARD HURD (1720-1808): _Sermons. Vol. ii. p. 287._
There is such a choice of difficulties that I am myself at a loss
how to determine.
JAMES WOLFE (1726-1759): _Despatch to Pitt, Sept. 2, 1759._
Kathleen mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.
ANNE CRAWFORD (1734-1801): _Kathleen Mavourneen._
Who can refute a sneer?
WILLIAM PALEY (1743-1805): _Moral Philosophy. Vol. ii. Book v. Chap. 9._
Why should the Devil have all the good tunes?
ROWLAND HILL (1744-1833).
Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey?
And why does thy nose look so blue?
THOMAS HOLCROFT (1745-1809): _Gaffer Grey._
Millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute.
CHARLES COTESWORTH PINCKNEY (1746-1825),--when Ambassador to the French
Republic, 1796.
And ye sall walk in silk attire,
And siller hae to spare,
Gin ye 'll consent to be his bride,
Nor think o' Donald mair.
SUSANNA BLAMIRE (1747-1794): _The Siller Croun._
A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we 're all good fellows together.
JOHN O'KEEFE (1747-1833): _Sprigs of Laurel. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The moon had climb'd the highest hill
Which rises o'er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
Her silver light on tower and tree.
JOHN LOWE (1750- ----): _Mary's Dream._
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
TIMOTHY DWIGHT (1752-1817): _Columbia._
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope, and comfort from above;
Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love.
ROBERT HAWKER (1753-1827): _Benediction._
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,
Wat ye how she cheated me,
As I came o'er the braes of Balloch?
ANNE GRANT (1755-1838): _Roy's Wife._
Bounding billows, cease your motion,
Bear me not so swiftly o'er.
MARY ROBINSON (1758-1799): _Bounding Billows._
While Thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS (1762-1827): _Trust in Providence._
The glory dies not, and the grief is past.
SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES (1762-1837): _Sonnet on the Death of Sir Walter
Scott._
Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat,
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note
Soft moves the dipping oar.
JOANNA BAILLIE (1762-1857): _Oh swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat._
'T was whisper'd in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell,
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.
CATHERINE M. FANSHAWE (1764-1834): _Enigma. The letter H._
Oh, it 's a snug little island!
A right little, tight little island.
THOMAS DIBDIN (1771-1841): _The snug little Island._
And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves.
ROBERT TREAT PAINE (1772-1811): _Adams and Liberty._
They [the blacks] had no rights which the white man was bound to
respect.
ROGER B. TANEY (1777-1864): _The Dred Scott Case_ (Howard, Rep. 19, p.
407).
To make a mountain of a mole-hill.
HENRY ELLIS (1777-1869): _Original Letters. Second Series, p. 312._
March to the battle-field,
The foe is now before us;
Each heart is Freedom's shield,
And heaven is shining o'er us.
B. E. O'MEARA (1778-1836): _March to the Battle-Field._
Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she
always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.
STEPHEN DECATUR (1779-1820): _Toast given at Norfolk, April, 1816._
Here shall the Press the People's right maintain,
Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain;
Here patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw,
Pledg'd to Religion, Liberty, and Law.
JOSEPH STORY (1779-1845): _Motto of the "Salem Register."_ (Life of
Story, Vol. i. p. 127.)
Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my
epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.
ROBERT EMMET (1780-1803): _Speech on his Trial and Conviction for High
Treason, September, 1803._
Imitation is the sincerest flattery.
C. C. COLTON (1780-1832): _The Lacon._
Behold how brightly breaks the morning!
Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.
JAMES KENNEY (1780-1849): _Behold how brightly breaks._
Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,
I laugh'd and danc'd and talk'd and sung.
PRINCESS AMELIA (1783-1810).
A sound so fine, there 's nothing lives
'Twixt it and silence.
JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES (1784-1862): _Virginius, Act v. Sc. 2._
We have met the enemy, and they are ours.
OLIVER H. PERRY (1785-1820): _Letter to General Harrison_ (dated "United
States Brig Niagara. Off the Western Sisters. Sept. 10, 1813, 4 P. M.").
Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.
EATON S. BARRETT (1785-1820): _Woman, Part i._ (ed. 1822).
They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors belong the
spoils of the enemy.
WILLIAM L. MARCY (1786-1857): _Speech in the United States Senate,
January, 1832._
Say to the seceded States, "Wayward sisters, depart in peace."
WINFIELD SCOTT (1786-1861): _Letter to W. H. Seward, March 3, 1861._
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep.
EMMA WILLARD (1787-1870): _The Cradle of the Deep._
Right as a trivet.
R. H. BARHAM (1788-1845): _The Ingoldsby Legends. Auto-da-fe._
My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the morning sky,
But ere the shades of evening close
Is scattered on the ground--to die.
RICHARD HENRY WILDE (1789-1847): _My Life is like the Summer Rose._
Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne a sceptred
hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his own originality.
CHARLES PHILLIPS (1789-1859): _The Character of Napoleon._
Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down;
Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town.
JOHN G. LOCKHART (1794-1854): _The Bridal of Andalla._
By the margin of fair Zurich's waters
Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day,
For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters
In a dream of love melted away.
CHARLES DANCE (1794-1863): _Fair Zurich's Waters._
I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
And mingled into one.
JOHN G. C. BRAINARD (1795-1828): _I saw Two Clouds at Morning._
On thy fair bosom, silver lake,
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
And round his breast the ripples break
As down he bears before the gale.
JAMES G. PERCIVAL (1795-1856): _To Seneca Lake._
What fairy-like music steals over the sea,
Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?
MRS. C. B. WILSON (---- -1846): _What Fairy-like Music._
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
HARTLEY COLERIDGE (1796-1849): _She is not Fair._
I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.
WILLIAM A. MUHLENBERG (1796-1877): _I would not live alway._
Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes,
The halls of dazzling light.
H. S. VANDYK (1798-1828): _The Light Guitar._
If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on
the spot.
JOHN A. DIX (1798-1879): _An Official Despatch, Jan. 29, 1861._
I envy them, those monks of old;
Their books they read, and their beads they told.
G. P. R. JAMES (1801-1860): _The Monks of Old._
A place in thy memory, dearest,
Is all that I claim;
To pause and look back when thou hearest
The sound of my name.
GERALD GRIFFIN (1803-1840): _A Place in thy Memory._
Sparkling and bright in liquid light
Does the wine our goblets gleam in;
With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in.
CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN (1806-1884): _Sparkling and Bright._
The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them slaves. . . .
But I will not characterize that class at the North with that
term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere; it is
eternal.
JAMES H. HAMMOND (1807-1864): _Speech in the U. S. Senate, March, 1858._
It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that
this is war.
CHARLES FRANCIS ADAMS (1807-1886): _Despatch to Earl Russell, Sept. 5,
1863._
We are swinging round the circle.
ANDREW JOHNSON (1808-1875): _On the Presidential Reconstruction Tour,
August, 1866._
We have been friends together
In sunshine and in shade.
CAROLINE E. S. NORTON (1808-1877): _We have been Friends._
All we ask is to be let alone.
JEFFERSON DAVIS (1808-1889): _First Message to the Confederate Congress,
March, 1861._
'T is said that absence conquers love;
But oh believe it not!
I 've tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.
FREDERICK W. THOMAS (1808- ----): _Absence conquers Love._
Oh would I were a boy again,
When life seemed formed of sunny years,
And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!
MARK LEMON (1809-1870): _Oh would I were a Boy again._
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,
Upstairs and dounstairs, in his nicht-goun,
Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,
"Are the weans in their bed? for it 's nou ten o'clock."
WILLIAM MILLER (1810-1872): _Willie Winkie._
We are Republicans, and don't propose to leave our party and
identify ourselves with the party whose antecedents have been
Rum, Romanism, and Rebellion.
SAMUEL D. BURCHARD (1812- ----),--one of the deputation visiting Mr.
Blaine, Oct. 29, 1884.
A life on the ocean wave!
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
EPES SARGENT (1813-1881): _Life on the Ocean Wave._
What are the wild waves saying,
Sister, the whole day long,
That ever amid our playing
I hear but their low, lone song?
JOSEPH E. CARPENTER (1813- ----): _What are the wild Waves saying?_
Well, General, we have not had many dead cavalrymen lying about
lately.
JOSEPH HOOKER (1813-1879): _A remark to General Averill, November, 1862._
Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you 're looked for, or come without warning.
THOMAS O. DAVIS (1814-1845): _The Welcome._
But whether on the scaffold high
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man!
MICHAEL J. BARRY (_Circa_ 1815): _The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844, Vol.
ii. p. 809._
Oh the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,--
A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing!
JULIA PARDOE (1816-1862): _The Captive Greek Girl._
Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die,
But leave us still our old nobility.
LORD JOHN MANNERS (1818- ----): _England's Trust. Part iii. Line 227._
Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
For the far-off, unattain'd, and dim,
While the beautiful all round thee lying
Offers up its low, perpetual hymn?
HARRIET W. SEWALL (1819-1889): _Why thus longing?_
Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!
THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH (1819- ----): _Ben Bolt._
The Survival of the Fittest.
HERBERT SPENCER (1820- ----): _Principles of Biology, Vol. i. Chap. xii._
(American edition, 1867.)
Who fears to speak of Ninety-eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?
JOHN K. INGRAM (1820- ----): _The Dublin Nation, April 1, 1843, Vol. ii.
p. 339._
On Fame's eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
THEODORE O'HARA (1820-1867): _The Bivouac of the Dead._ (August, 1847.)
Hold the fort! I am coming!
WILLIAM T. SHERMAN (1820-1891),--signalled to General Corse in Allatoona
from the top of Kenesaw, Oct. 5, 1864.
For every wave with dimpled face
That leap'd upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace
And held it trembling there.
AMELIA B. WELBY (1821-1852): _Musings. Stanza 4._
To look up and not down,
To look forward and not back,
To look out and not in, and
To lend a hand.
EDWARD EVERETT HALE (1822- ----): _Rule of the "Harry Wadsworth Club"_
(from "Ten Times One is Ten," 1870).
Listen! John A. Logan is the Head Centre, the Hub, the King Pin,
the Main Spring, Mogul, and Mugwump of the final plot by which
partisanship was installed in the Commission.
ISAAC H. BROMLEY (1833- ----): _Editorial in the "New York Tribune," Feb.
16, 1877._
A mugwump is a person educated beyond his intellect.
HORACE PORTER (1837- ----), --a _bon-mot_ in the Cleveland-Blaine
campaign of 1884.
I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the
world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready
saddled and bridled to be ridden.
RICHARD RUMBOLD, _on the scaffold, 1685. History of England (Macaulay),
Chap. v._
The last link is broken
That bound me to thee,
And the words thou hast spoken
Have render'd me free.
FANNY STEERS: _Song._
Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store
Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
G. W. BELLAMY: _Simon the Cellarer._
Babylon in all its desolation is a sight not so awful as that of
the human mind in ruins.[682-1]
SCROPE DAVIES: _Letter to Thomas Raikes, May 25, 1835._
She 's all my fancy painted her;
She 's lovely, she 's divine.
WILLIAM MEE: _Alice Gray._
Stately and tall he moves in the hall,
The chief of a thousand for grace.
KATE FRANKLIN: _Life at Olympus, Lady's Book, Vol. xxiii. p. 33._
When the sun's last rays are fading
Into twilight soft and dim.
THEODORE L. BARKER: _Thou wilt think of me again._
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,
In secret, in silence, and tears.
MRS. (DAVID) PORTER: _Thou hast wounded the Spirit._
Rattle his bones over the stones!
He 's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!
THOMAS NOEL: _The Pauper's Ride._
In the days when we went gypsying
A long time ago;
The lads and lassies in their best
Were dress'd from top to toe.
EDWIN RANSFORD: _In the Days when we went Gypsying._
Speak gently! 't is a little thing
Dropp'd in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, that it may bring
Eternity shall tell.
G. W. LANGFORD: _Speak gently._
Hope tells a flattering tale,[683-1]
Delusive, vain, and hollow.
Ah! let not hope prevail,
Lest disappointment follow.
MISS ---- WROTHER: _The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 86._
Nose, nose, nose, nose!
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves,
And that gave me my jolly red nose.
RAVENSCROFT: _Deuteromela, Song No. 7._[683-2] (1609.)