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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. Evangeline. Part i. 1. Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Part i. 3.

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler,

Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Part ii. 5.

God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.1

Into a world unknown,

The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv. the corner-stone of a nation! 2 Ibid.

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Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread

Beneath our feet each deed of shame.3
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.

The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they while their companions slept
Were toiling upward in the night.

1 See Stoughton, page 266.

2 Plymouth rock.

The surest pledge of a deathless name
Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

The Herons of Elmwood. He has singed the beard of the king of Spain."

The Dutch Picture.


3 I held it truth. with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.

TENNYSON: In Memoriam, i.

4 Sir Francis Drake entered the harbour of Cadiz, April 19, 1587, and destroyed shipping to the amount of ten thousand tons lading. To use his own expressive phrase, he had "singed the Spanish king's beard.". KNIGHT: Pictorial History of England, vol, iii. p. 215.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.

With useless endeavour
Forever, forever,
Is Sisyphus rolling

His stone up the mountain!

The Masque of Pandora. Chorus of the Eumenides.

Time has laid his hand

Upon my heart gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.

Hospitality sitting with Gladness.

All things come round to him who will but wait.1
Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Student's Tale.

Morituri Salutamus.

1 See Emerson, page 601.

The Golden Legend. iv.

Translation from Frithiof's Saga.

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate,
Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours
Weeping upon his bed has sate,

He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Motto, Hyperion. Book i.2

Something the heart must have to cherish,
Must love and joy and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or perish
And in itself to ashes burn.

Ibid. Book ii

Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number. Hyperion. Book iv. Chap. viii.

2 Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass,
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nächte
Auf seinem Bette weinend sass,

Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Mächte.

GOETHE Wilhelm Meister, book ii. chap. xiii.

Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.1

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.2


So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
Which once he wore;

The glory from his gray hairs gone
For evermore !

Making their lives a prayer.

Inferno. Canto v. Line 121.

And step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man.

To A. K. On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosses.


For still the new transcends the old
In signs and tokens manifold;
Slaves rise up men; the olive waves,
With roots deep set in battle graves!

The Chapel of the Hermits.

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,
So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;
Blot out the epic's stately rhyme,

But spare his "Highland Mary!"


1 Quoted from Cotton's "To-morrow." See Genesis xxx. 3. 2 See Chaucer, page 5.


Lines on Burns.

In omni adversitate fortunæ, infelicissimum genus est infortunii fuisse felicem (In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune). - BOETHIUS De Consolatione Philosophia, liber ii.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
TENNYSON: Locksley Hall, line 75.


For of all sad words of tongue or pen,

The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
Maud Muller.

Low stir of leaves and dip of oars
And lapsing waves on quiet shores.

The hope of all who suffer,

The dread of all who wrong.

I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.

The Mantle of St. John de Matha.

SALMON P. CHASE. 1808-1873.

The Constitution, in all its provisions, looks to an indestructible Union composed of indestructible States. Decision in Texas v. White, 7 Wallace, 725.

way to resumption is to resume.

Snow Bound.

The Eternal Goodness.

No more slave States; no slave Territories.
Platform of the Free Soil National Convention, 1848.


My country, 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Letter to Horace Greeley, March 17, 1866.

Of thee I sing :

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain-side
Let freedom ring.

National Hymn.

Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,

To thee I sing;

Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!


There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime
With tears and laughter for all time!

And Chaucer, with his infantine
Familiar clasp of things divine.

National Hymn.

Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And life is perfected by death.

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben,
Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when
The world was worthy of such men.

A Vision of Poets.


But since he had

The genius to be loved, why let him have
The justice to be honoured in his grave.


Ibid. Conclusion.

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west. Toll slowly.

And I smiled to think God's goodness flowed around our incompleteness,

Round our restlessness His rest.

Rhyme of the Duchess.

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle

Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanLady Geraldine's Courtship. xli.


Crowned and buried. xxvii.

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