WENDELL PHILLIPS. 1811-1884. Revolutions are not made; they come. Speech, Jan. 28, 1852. What the Puritans gave the world was not thought, FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE. 1811- A sacred burden is this life ye bear: 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 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. Faith. BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING. 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. "The poem," 1 This quatrain appears with variations in several stanzas. 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. I am as ignorant of the authorship as you can be.'" ALFRED DOMETT. 1811- It was the calm and silent night! And now was queen of land and sea. Held undisturbed their ancient reign Christmas Hymn. FRANCES S. OSGOOD. 1812-1850. Little drops of water, little grains of sand, Little deeds of kindness, little words of love, Little Things. Ibid. AUSTEN H. LAYARD. I have always believed that success would be the inevitable 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.1 Speech in Parliament, Jan. 15, 1855.2 1 See Sydney Smith, page 461. 2 This speech is reported in Hansard's Parliamentary Debates, Third Series, vol. cxxxviii. p. 2077. ROBERT BROWNING. 1812-1890. Any nose May ravage with impunity a rose. Sordello. Book vi. That we devote ourselves to God, is seen Paracelsus. Part i. Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart. I see my way as birds their trackless way. Are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Part ii. The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung Part iv. I give the fight up: let there be an end, I want to be forgotten even by God. Part v. Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet. Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Ibid. A "great event" should come to pass All service ranks the same with God, - I trust in Nature for the stable laws Part iv. I trust in God, - the right shall be the right 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. Act ii. There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest. A Blot in the 'Scutcheon. Act i. Sc. iii. When is man strong until he feels alone? When the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something. Men and Women. Bishop Blougram's Apology. The sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea. Cleon. And I have written three books on the soul, Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; Other heights in other lives, God willing. Ibid. Ibid. One Word More. ii. God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Oh their Rafael of the dear Madonnas, The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead. хії. xvii. xix. Count Gismond. xiii. Over my head his arm he flung Just my vengeance complete, xix. The man sprang to his feet, Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed! So, I was afraid! Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar. Instans Tyrannus. vii. Waring. ii. |