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When the stormy winds do blow ; 1
Ye Mariners of England
Battle of the Baltic.
Ibid. There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
The Exile of Erin, To bear is to conquer our fate.
On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire. The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.?
The Soldier's Dream. In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
Ibid. But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
Ibid. 1 When the stormy winds do blow. – MARTYN PARKER: Ye Gentlemen of England.
2 The starres, bright centinels of the skies. – HABINGTON: Castara, Dialogue between Night and Araphil.
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
To teach me what thou art. To the Rainbow
A stoic of the woods, – a man without a tear.
Gertrude of Wyoming. Part i. Stanza 23. O Love! in such a wilderness as this.
Part ji. Stanza 1.
The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below! Starza 5.
Song of the Greeks.
to her that each loves best!
Drink ye to Per.
The Beech-Tree's Petition.
The gentleman [Josiah Quincy] cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, “Peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must."
1 Woodman, spare that tree!
G. P. MORRIS: Woodman, spare that Tree. 2 See Quincy, page 505.
Government is a trust, and the officers of the government are trustees; and both the trust and the trustees are created for the benefit of the people.
Speech at Ashland, Ky., March, 1829. I have heard something said about allegiance to the South. I know no South, no North, no East, no West, to which I owe any allegiance.
Speech, 1848. Sir, I would rather be right than be President.
Speech, 1850 (referring to the Compromise Measures).
F. S. KEY. 1779-1843.
And the star-spangled banner, oh long may it wave
The Star-Spangled Banner. Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a
HORACE SMITH. 1779-1849.
Thinking is but an idle waste of thought,
Rejected Addresses. Cui Bono ! In the name of the Prophet
Johnson's Ghost. And thou hast walked about (how strange a story !)
In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory.
Address to the Mummy at Belzoni's Exhibition. ? It made and preserves us a nation. - MORRIS: The Flag of our Uniun. THOMAS MOORE. 1779–1852.
When Time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew. Song. From Juvenile Poems,
Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,
To the Lord Viscount Forbes, written from the City of Washinglon. How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?
To Thomas Hume. I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near; And I said, “ If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here."
Ballad Stanzas. Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
A Canadian Boat-Song. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past.
Ibid. The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.
Preface to Corruption and Intolerance. Like a young eagle who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart."
Corruption I See Waller, page 220.
A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
Intercepted Letters. Letter vi
Little Man and Little Soul.
Go where Glory waits thee.
Oh, breathe not his name ! let it sleep in the shade,
Oh breathe not his Name.
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Ibid. Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
As if that soul were fled.
So glory's thrill is o'er;
The Harp that once through Tara's Halls
Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all,
On the Death of Sheridan. Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
Ibid. Good at a fight, but better at a play ; Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay.
On a Cast of Sheridan's Hand. This goin ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur. — LOWELL : The Biglow Papers. First Series, No. 11.