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NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. 1817-1867.

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At present there is no distinction among

the thousand of the city.

Necessity for a Promenade Drive.
For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart,

And makes his pulses fly,
To catch the thrill of a happy voice
And the light of a pleasant eye.

Saturday Afternoon.
It is the month of June,

The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes,
And pleasant scents the noses.

The Month of June.
Let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him!
Not for șim who, departing, leaves millions in tears !
Not for him who has died full of honor and years !
Not for him who ascended Fame's ladder so high
From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.

The Death of Harrison

WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING. 1817-

I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me;
If my bark sinks, 't is to another sea.

A Poet's Hope.
I sing New England, as she lights her fire
In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright
Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night,
She still is there, the guardian on the tower,
To open for the world a purer

hour.

New England.
Most joyful let the Poet be;
It is through him that all men see.

The Poet of the Old and New Times

1 See Haliburton, page 580.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 1819-1891.

Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected. Irené.
Be noble! and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping but never dead,
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own. Sonnet ir
Great truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of eternity.

Sonnet ri.
To win the secret of a weed's plain heart. Sonnet Izr.
Two meanings have our lightest fantasies, –
One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.

Sonnet xazir. (Ed. 1844.)
All thoughts that mould the age begin
Deep down within the primitive soul.

An Incident in a Railroad Car.
It may be glorious to write
Thoughts that shall glad the two or three
High souls, like those far stars that come in sight
Once in a century.
No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him. There is always work,
And tools to work withal, for those who will;
And blessed are the horny hands of toil.

A Glance behind the Curtain.
They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak,

Ibid.

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They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three. Stanzas on Freedom.
Endurance is the crowning quality,
And patience all the passion of great hearts.

Columbus.
One day with life and heart
Is more than time enough to find a world.

Ibid.

to be just;

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to

decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or

evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah offering each the

bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon

the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.

The Present Crisis. Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.

Ibid. Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her

wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward

stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified.

Ibid. Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us

On the Capture of Fugitive Slaves near Washington. Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold.

To the Dandelion
This child is not mine as the first was ;

I cannot sing it to rest ;
I cannot lift it up fatherly,

And bless it upon iny breast.
Yet it lies in my little one's cradle,

And sits in my little one's chair,
And the light of the heaven she's gone to

Transfigures its golden hair. The Changeling.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.

Longing.

men.

She doeth little kindnesses
Which inost leave undone, or despise.

My Lore, 18
Not only around our infancy
Doth heaven with all its splendors lie;
Daily, with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.

The Vision of Sir Jaunful, Prelude to Part First
T is heaven alone that is given away;
'T is only God may be had for the asking. Joid
And what is so rare as a day in June ?

Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,

And over it softly her warm ear lays. Ibid.
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it;
We are happy now because God wills it. Ibid.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

Ibid.
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, -
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.

Part Second. rii, There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.

A Fable for Critics. Nature fits all her children with something to do.

Ibid
Ez fer war, I call it murder,

There you hev it plain an' flat;
I don't want to go no furder

Than my Testyment fer that.

An' you've gut to git up airly
Ef
you
want to take in God.

The Biglow Papers. First Series. No.:.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman

Hev one glory an' one shame;
Ev'y thin' thet's done inhuman
Injers all on 'em the same.

Toid.

This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur. ?

The Biglow Papers. First Series. No. ii. Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man;

He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf; But consistency still wuz a part of his plan, He's ben true to one party, an' thet is himself.

Ibid. We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an pillage.

No. ii. But John P.

Robinson, he
Sez they did n't know everythin' down in Judee. Ibid.

I don't believe in princerple,
But oh I du in interest.

No. vi.
Of my merit
On thet pint you yourself may jedge;
All is, I never drink no sperit,
Nor I haint never signed no pledge.

No. vit.
Ez to my princerples, I glory
In hevin' nothin' o' the sort.

Ibid.
Zekle crep up quite unbeknown

An' peeked in thru the winder,
An' there sot Huldy all alone,
’Ith no one nigh to hender.

Second Series. The Courtin'.
The very room, coz she was in,

Seemed warm from floor to ceilin'. Ibid.
’T was kin' o' kingdom-come to look
On sech a blessed cretur.

Ibid.
His heart kep goin' pity-pat,
But hern went pity-Zekle.

ibid.
All kin' o'smily round the lips,
An' teary round the lashes.

Ibid.

1 See Moore, page 519.

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