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EDMUND H. SEARS. 1810-1876.
Calm on the listening ear of night
Come Heaven's melodious strains,
Her silver-mantled plains. Christmas Song
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
To the glory that was Greece
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.
FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE. 1811-
A sacred burden is this life ye
Lines addressed to the Young Gentlemen leaving the Lenox
And weep that trust and that deceiving,
Ho! stand to your glasses steady!
'Tis all we have left to prize.
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.'"
ALFRED DOMETT. 1811-
It was the calm and silent night!
Seven hundred years and fifty-three
And now was queen of land and sea.
Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;
JULIA A. FLETCHER (NOW MRS. CARNEY).
Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Little Things, 1845.
AUSTEN H. LAYARD.
-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.
, vol.cxxxviii. p. 2077.
ROBERT BROWNING. 1812-1890.
Sordello. Book vi.
Paracelsus. Part i.
Be sure that God
see my way as birds their trackless way.
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.
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
Pippa Passes. Introduction
Some unsuspected isle in the far seas,
In the morning of the world,
All service ranks the same with God, -
I trust in Nature for the stable laws
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