Oh that it were my chief delight Then let me try with all my might To mind what I am taught. For a Very Little Child. Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, My mother. My Mother. REGINALD HEBER. 1783-1826. ailed the bright promise of your early day. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, By cool Siloam's shady rill Palestine. Ibid. Epiphany. First Sunday after Epiphany. No. it. When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil. Seventh Sunday after Trinity. Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower. At a Funeral. No. i. Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb. Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, 1 Written by Ann Taylor. 2 Altered in later editions to No. ii. On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope No workman's steel, no ponderous axes rung, From Greenland's icy mountains, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand. Missionary Hymn Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile. I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play. Ibid. Lines written to a March. WASHINGTON IRVING. 1783-1859. Free-livers on a small scale, who are prodigal within the compass of a guinea. The Stout Gentleman. The almighty dollar,1 that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages. The Creole Village. LEIGH HUNT. 1784-1859. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Abou Ben Adhem. Write me as one who loves his fellow-men. Ibid. Ibid. Politics and Poetics With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks The Story of Rimini 1 See Jonson, page 178. SAMUEL WOODWORTH. 1785-1842. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. The Old Oaken Bucket. Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, Ibid. Ibid. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 1785-1842. A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea. While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. When looks were fond and words were few. Ibid. Poet's Bridal-day Song. SIR W. F. P. NAPIER. 1785-1860. Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed. Peninsular War (1810). Vol. ii. Book xi. Chap. iii JOHN PIERPONT. 1785-1866. A weapon that comes down as still As lightning does the will of God; A Word from a Petitioner. From every place below the skies Every Place a Temple. With the blue above and the blue below, I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. Ibid. Ibid. Touch us gently, Time. 2 See Crabbe, page 445. LORD BYRON. 1788-1824. Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, -Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6. Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; With just enough of learning to misquote. As soon Seek roses in December, ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Line 51, Line 66. Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics. Line 75. Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms. Line 326. Dh,` Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name! Line 399. So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.1 Line 826. |