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EDMUND H. SEARS. 1810-1876.

Calm on the listening ear of night

Come Heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far

Her silver-mantled plains. Christmas Song
It came upon the midnight clear,

That glorious song of old. The Angels' Song.

MARTIN F. TUPPER. 1810-1889..

A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.

Of Education. Of Immortality.

EDGAR A. POE. 1811-1849.

Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber

door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

The Racen. Whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster.

Ibid. Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form

from off my door! Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Ibid. And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on

the floor
Shall be lifted Nevermore!

To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.


To Helen.

WENDELL PHILLIPS. 1811-1884. Revolutions are not made; they come.

Speech, Jan. 28, 1852. What the Puritans gave the world was not thought, but action.

Speech, Dec. 21, 1855. One on God's side is a majority. Speech, Nov. 1, 1859. Every man meets his Waterloo at last.

Ibid. Revolutions never go

backward. Speech, Feb. 12, 1861.


A sacred burden is this life ye

Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,
Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly.
Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin,
But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.

Lines addressed to the Young Gentlemen leaving the Lenox

Academy, Mass.
Better trust all, and be deceived,

And weep that trust and that deceiving,
Than doubt one heart, that if believed
Had blessed one's life with true believing.



Ho! stand to your glasses steady!

'Tis all we have left to prize.
A cup to the dead already,
Hurrah for the next that dies ! 1

Revelry in India. ? This quatrain appears with variations in several stanzas. “The poem," says Mr. Rossiter Johnson in " Famous Single and Fugitive Poems," “ is persistently attributed to Alfred Domett; but in a letter to me, Feb. 6, 1879, he says : «I did not write that poem, and was never in India in my life. Í am as ignorant of the authorship as you can be.'"


It was the calm and silent night!

Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up to might,

And now was queen of land and sea.
No sound was heard of clashing wars,

Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars
Held undisturbed their ancient reign
In the solemn midnight,
Centuries ago.

Christmas Hynis

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Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land.
So the little minutes, humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages of eternity.
Little deeds of kindness, little words of love,
Help to make earth happy like the heaven above.

Little Things, 1845.

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-1894. I have always believed that success would be the inev. itable result if the two services, the army and the navy, had fair play, and if we sent the right man to fill the right place."

Speech in Parliament, Jan. 15, 1855.9

1 See Sydney Smith, page 461.
3 This speech is reported in Hansard's Parliamentary Debates, Third Series

, vol.cxxxviii. p. 2077.


Any nose
May ravage with impunity a rose.

Sordello. Book vi.
That we devote ourselves to God, is seen
In living just as though no God there were.

Paracelsus. Part i.

Be sure that God
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.

Ibida I

see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive, — what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive :
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

Are there not, dear Michal,
Two points in the adventure of the diver, —
One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge ;
One, when a prince he rises with his pearl ?
Festus, I plunge.

Ibra. God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

Part iż The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

Part in I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

Part 0

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

Ibid Say not " a small event!” Why “small”

"? Costs it more pain that this ye


A “great event” should come to pass
From that ? Untwine me from the mass
Of deeds which make up life, one deed
Power shall fall short in or exceed !

Pippa Passes. Introduction
God's in his heaven :
All's right with the world.

Ibid. Parti

Some unsuspected isle in the far seas,
Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.

Part it.

In the morning of the world,
When earth was nigher heaven than now.

Part i

All service ranks the same with God, -
With God, whose puppets, best and worst,
Are we: there is no last nor first.


I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God,- the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward, — Nature's good
And God's.

A Soul's Tragedy. Acl. Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say, — not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances : the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be, not are, nor will be.

Ibid. Actü. There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest.

A Blot in the 'Scutcheon. Act i. Sc. iii

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