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Oh that it were my chief delight
To do the things I ought!
To mind what I am taught. For a Very Little Child.
REGINALD HEBER. 1783-1826.
Failed the bright promise of your early day. Palestine.
By cool Siloam's shady rill
First Sunday after Epiphany. No. it. When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Seventh Sunday after Trinity. Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower. At a Funeral. No. i. Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.
But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,
On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope
1 Written by Ann Taylor.
No workman's steel, no ponderous axes rung,
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Roll down their golden sand. Missionary Hyma
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, that great object of universal de votion 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.
Politics and Poetica
The Story of Rimini 1 See Jonson, page 178.
WOODWORTH. - CUNNINGHAM. – NAPIER.
SAMUEL WOODWORTH. 1785-1842.
How dear to this 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, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well. Ibid. The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. Ibid.
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 1785–1842.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast,
And bends the gallant mast.
While like the eagle free
A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.
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 a P plauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hards Hip was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed.
Peninsular War (1810). Vol. ii. Book xi. Chap. iii.
JOHN PIERPONT. 1785–1866.
that comes down as still
As lightning does the will of God;
A Word from a Petitioner.
From every place below the skies
The grateful song, the fervent prayer, —
Every Place a Temple
LORD BYRON. 1788-1824.
Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal avail'd on high,
Farewell ! if ever fondest Prayer.
In silence and tears,
When we Two parted. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
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