« AnteriorContinuar »
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, Nor. 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
Lines addressed to the Young Gentlemen leaving the Lenox
And weep that trust and that deceiving,
’T is all we have left to prize.
Revelry in India. 1 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. I 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;
FRANCES S. OSGOOD. 1812-1850.
Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Little deeds of kindness, little words of love,
AUSTEN H. LAYARD."
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, 1855.2
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.
Sordello. Book vi.
Paracelsus. Part i.
Be sure that God
Are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl ? Festus, I plunge.
Ibid. God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
Part ii. The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Part iv. 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.
A “great event” should come to pass
Pippa Passes. Introduction.
All's right with the world. Ibid. Part i.
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. Act i. 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 ?
Colombe's Birthday. Act iii.
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, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.
Ibid. Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Æschylus, because we read his plays !
Ibid. Rafael made a century of sonnets. One Word More. i. Other heights in other lives, God willing.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Oh their Rafael of the dear Madonnas,
- and in my brain I sing it; Drew one angel — borne, see, on my bosom!
rix. The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Count Gismond. xii. Over my head his arm he flung Against the world.
xix. Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Instans Tyrannus. vii.