What things have we seen EARL OF MARLBOROUGH. [Lord-President of the Council to King James I. Parliament was dissolved March 10, and he died March 14, 1628.] Till the sad breaking of that Parliament Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have Killed with report that old man eloquent. been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came And had resolved to live a fool the rest To the Lady Margaret Ley. Μ11 ΤΟΝ. JOHN WICKLIFFE. As thou these ashes, little Brook! wilt bear Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, Of his dull life: then when there hath been Into the Avon, Avon to the tide thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past; wit that might warrant be An emblem yields to friends and enemies, How the bold Teacher's doctrine, sanctified dispersed. Fill that were cancelled; and when that was gone, By truth, shall spread, throughout the world We left an air behind us, which alone Was able to make the two next companies (Right witty, though but downright fools) more wise. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. Far from the sun and summer gale, To him the mighty mother did unveil Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy!. Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears." Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh A little nearer Spenser, to make room Eccles. Sonnets, Part II. xvii.: To Wickliffe. WORDSWORTH The Avon to the Severn runs, The Severn to the sea; And Wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad, From Address before the "Sons of New Hampshire" (1849). For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. How shall I then begin, or where conclude, Whose eloquence - brightening whatever it tried, Whether reason or fancy, the gay or the grave --Was as rapid, as deep, and as brilliant a tide, As ever bore freedom aloft on its wave! Lines on the Death of Sheridan. - T. MOORE. Ye men of wit and social eloquence ! Monody on the Death of Sheridan. AMOS COTTLE. BYRO. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. Thine is a strain to read among the hills, by the source The old and full of voices; Of some free stream, whose gladdening presence fills HAWTHORNE HARP of New England Song, That even in slumber trembled with the touch Of poets who like the four winds from thee waken Made answer, quick as flame, But he whose quickened eye Saw through New England's life her inmost spirit,- Whose mystic touch none other shall inherit! The shining cataract half-way down the height EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Publishers: Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Boston |