From Greenland's icy mountains, Roll down their golden sand. Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile. Missionary Hymn. I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play. Ibid. Lines written to a March. WASHINGTON IRVING. 1783-1859. Free-livers on a small scale, who are prodigal within the compass of a guinea. The Stout Gentleman. The almighty dollar,1 that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages. The Creole Village. LEIGH HUNT. 1784-1859. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Abou Ben Adhem. Write me as one who loves his fellow-men. Ibid. Ibid. Politics and Poetics. With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks 1 See Jonson, page 178. The Story of Rimini. How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. The Old Oaken Bucket. Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, Ibid. Ibid. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 1785-1842. A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea. While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. When looks were fond and words were few. Ibid. Poet's Bridal-day Song. SIR W. F. P. NAPIER. 1785-1860. Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed. Peninsular War (1810). Vol. ii. Book xi. Chap. iii. JOHN PIERPONT. 1785-1866. A weapon that comes down as still As lightning does the will of God; A Word from a Petitioner. From every place below the skies Every Place a Temple. BRYAN W. PROCTER. 1787-1874. The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! The Sea. I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, Ibid. I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. Ibid. Through a quiet dream. Touch us gently, Time. 1 See Cotton, page 362. 2 See Crabbe, page 445. LORD BYRON. 1788-1824. Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer. I only know we loved in vain ; When we two parted To sever for years. Ibid. When we Two parted. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6. 'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't. Line 51. Line 66. With just enough of learning to misquote. As soon Seek roses in December, ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Or any other thing that's false, before So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, 1 See Waller, pages 219-220. Line 826. Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 839. Maid of Athens, ere we part, Maid of Athens. Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one. If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men. Stanza 7. Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, Stanza 9. Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. Stanza 15. Stanza 20. By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see Stanza 40. Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs 1 Medio de fonte leporum Surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat Stanza 82. (In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers). LUCRETIUS: iv. 1133. |