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Was never evening yet But seemed far beautifuller than its day.
The Ring and the Book. Pompilia. Line 357.
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
Ibid. The Pope. Line 590. Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
Line 1073 Why comes temptation, but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph ?
It is the glory and good of Art
Tbid. The Book and the Ring. Line 842.
Line 873. But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past ?
Balaustion's Adventure. Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed, As, God be thanked! I do not.
The Inn Album. iv.
My life did, and does, smack sweet.
Mine I saved and hold complete.
When mine fail me, I'll complain.
At the “ Nermard." Stanza 10.
1 Mrs. Browning
" With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart”i
once more ! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!
House. 2. God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
CHARLES DICKENS. 1812–1870. A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!
Nicholas Nickleby. Chap. xxxiv. My life is one demd horrid grind.
Chap. Iric. In a Pickwickian sense.
Pickwick Papers. Chap. i.
That creepeth o'er ruins old !
In his cell so lone and cold.
A rare old plant is the ivy green. Chap. ri. He's tough, ma'am, - tough is J. B.; tough and devilish sly.
Dombey and Son. Chap. xii. When found, make a note of.
Chap. xv. The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it.
Chap. xxiii. Barkis is willin'.
David Copperfield. Chap. v. Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, all very good words for the lips, - especially prunes and prism.
Little Dorrit. Book ii. Chup. o. Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving how NOT TO DO IT.
Chap. t. In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
Christmas Carol. Stave 2.
i See Wordsworth, page 485.
2 See Herbert, page 206.
CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH. 1813–
Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
What unto themselves was taught.
Man by man was never seen;
To remove the shadowy screen.
F. W. FABER. 1814-1863.
And right the day must win;
The Right must win.
The Sorrowful World.
CHARLES MACKAY. 1814-Cleon hath a million acres, ne'er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace, — in a cottage I. Cleon and I.
But the sunshine aye shall light the sky,
As round and round we run;
And justice shall be done. Eternal Justice. Stanza 4.
Clear the Way.
The Good Time coming.
1 See Crabbe, page 444.
MACKAY. - HOOPER. – BAILEY. - COOK.
Old Tubal Cain was a man of might
ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER. 1816-1841.
I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. 1816
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
Festus. Scene, A Country Town.
Scene, Another and a Better World. America! half-brother of the world! With something good and bad of every land.
Scene, The Surface.
ELIZA COOK. 1817-
I love it, I love it, and who shall dare
The Old Arm-Chair.
NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. 1817-1867.
At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.
Necessity for a Promenade Drive.
And makes his pulses fly,
The month of leaves and roses,
The Month of June.
The Death of Harrison.
WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING. 1817–.
I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me;
A Poet's Hope.
The Poet of the Old and New Times.
1 See Haliburton, page 580.