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Oh, it's a snug little island !
A right little, tight little island.

Thomas DIBDIN (1771-1841): The snug little Island.

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves.

Robert Treat PAINE (1772-1811): Adams and Liberty They [the blacks] had no rights which the white mar was bound to respect.

Roger B. TANEY (1777-1864): The Dred Scott Case (Howard

Rep. 19, p. 407).

To make a mountain of a mole-hill.

Henry ELLIS (1777–1869): Original Letters. Second

Series, p. 312. March to the battle-field,

The foe is now before us; Each

neart is Freedom's shield, And heaven is shining o'er us.

B. E. O'MEARA (1778–1836): March to the Battle-Field.

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Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations mays he always be in the right; but our country, right Dng.

STEPHEN DECATUR (1779-1820): Toast given at Norfolk,

April, 1816.
Here shall the Press the People's right maintain,
Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain;
Here patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw,
Pledg’ to Religion, Liberty, and Law.

JOSEPH STORY (1779-1845): Motto of the Salem Register."

(Life of Story, Vol. i. p. 127.)

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.

ROBERT EMMET (1780-1803): Speech on his Trinl and Conviction

for High Treason, September, 1803. Imitation is the sincerest flattery.

C. C. COLTON (1780-1832): The Lacon.

Behold how brightly breaks the morning!
Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.

JAMES KENNEY (1780-1849): Behold how brightly breaks

Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,
I laugh'd and danc'd and talk'd and sung.

PRINCESS ANBLIA (1783–1810).

A sound so fine, there's nothing lives "Twixt it and silence.

JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES (1784-1862) Virginius, Act r. Sc.2.

We have met the enemy, and they are ours.

OLIVER H. PERRY (1785-1820): Letter to General Harrison

(dated “United States Brig Niagara. Off the Western Sisters. Sept. 10, 1813, 4 P. M.").

Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.

Eaton S. BARRETT (1785-1820): Woman, Part i. (ed. 1822).

They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors belong the spoils of the enemy.

WILLIAM L. MARCY (1786-1857): Speech in the United States

Senate, January, 1832.

Say to the seceded States, “Wayward sisters, depart in peace.”

WINFIELD SCOTT (1786-1861): Letter to W. A. Seward,

March 3, 1861.

Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep.

Emma WILLARD (1787–1870): The Cradle of the Deep.

Right as a trivet.

R. H. BARHAM (1788-1845) The Ingoldsby Legends. Auto-da-fe My life is like the summer rose

That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground

to die. Richard HENRY WILDE (1789-1847) : My Life is like the

Summer Rose.

Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his own originality.

CHARLES PHILLIPS (1789-1859): The Character of Napoleon.

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa ! lay your golden cushion down;

come to the window, and gaze with all the town.

John G LOCKHART (179+-1854): The Bridal of Andalla.

Rise

up!

By the margin of fair Zurich's waters

Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day,
For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters
In a dream of love melted away.

CHARLES DANCE (1794-1863): Fair Zurich's Waters

I saw two clouds at morning

Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
And mingled into one.

John G.C. BRAINARD (1795-1828): I saw Two Clouds at Morning On thy fair bosom, silver lake,

The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break As down he bears before the gale.

JAMES G. PERCIVAL (1795-1856): To Seneca Lake. What fairy-like music steals over the sea, Entrancing our senses with charmed melody ?

Mrs. C. B. WILSON (-1846): What Fairy-like Music

Her

very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.

HARTLEY COLERIDGE (1796-1849): She is not Fair.

I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.

WILLIAM A. MUHLENBERG (1796-1877): I would not live alwag
Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes,
The halls of dazzling light.

H. S. VANDYK (1798-1828); The Light Guitar, If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot.

John A. Dix (1798-1879): An Official Despatch, Jan. 29, 1861. I envy them, those monks of old; Their books they read, and their beads they told.

G. P. R. JAMES (1801-1860): The Monks of Old A place in thy memory, dearest,

Is all that I claim ;
To pause and look back when thou hearest
The sound of my name.

GERALD GRIFFIN (1803-1840): A Place in thy Memory.

rosy bed

Sparkling and bright in liquid light

Does the wine our goblets gleam in;
With hue as red as the
Which a bee would choose to dream in.

CHARLES Fenno HOFFMAN (1806-1884): Sparkling and Bright The very mudsills of society. ... We call them slaves.

But I will not characterize that class at the North with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere; it is eternal. JAMES H. HAMMOND (1807-1864): Speech in the 0. S. Senate,

March, 1858. It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that this is war. Charles FRANCIS ADAMS (1807-1886): Despatch to Earl Russell

Sept. 5, 1863. We are swinging round the circle. ANDREW JOHNSON (1808-1875): On the Presidentinl Reconstruction

Tour, August, 1866.

We have been friends together
In sunshine and in shade.
CAROLINE E. S. Norton (1808–1877): We have been

Friends.

All we ask is to be let alone.

JEFFERSON DAVIS (1808-1889); First Message to the

Confederate Congress, March, 1861.

'Tis said that absence conquers love;

But oh believe it not!
I've tried, alas ! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.
FREDERICK W. THOMAS (1808- - -): Absence conquers

Love.

Oh would I were a boy again,

When life seemed formed of sunny years,
And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears !

MARK LEMON (1809-1870): Oh would I were a Boy

again.

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,
Upstairs and dounstairs, in his nicht-goun,
Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,
"Are the weans in their bed? for it's nou ten o'clock.”

WILLIAM MILLER (1810-1872): Willie Winkie.

We are Republicans, and don't propose to leave our party and identify ourselves with the party whose antecedents have been Rum, Romanism, and Rebellion.

SAMUEL D. BURCHARD (1812- -), – one of the deputation

visiting Mr. Blaine, Oct. 29, 1884.

A life on the ocean wave!

A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!

EPES SARGENT (1813–1881): Life on the Ocean Wave

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