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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of ex. quisite music.
Evangeline. Part i. 1. Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Part i. 3. And as she looked around, she saw how Death the
consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Part ii, 5.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for
this planting. The Courtship of Miles Stundish. iv. Into a world unknown, the corner-stone of a nation ! 2
That of our vices we can frame
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
Were not attained by sudden flight,
The Herons of Elmwood. He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.
The Dutch Picture.
i See Stoughton, page 266. 2 Plymouth rock.
8 I held it truth. with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
TENNYSON : In Memoriam, i. 4 Sir Francis Drake entered the harbour of Cadiz, April 19, 1587, and destroyed shipping to the amount of ten thousand tons lading. To use his own expressive phrase, he had "singed the Spanish king's beard." Knight: Pictorial History of England, vol. iii. p. 215.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
With useless endeavour
The Masque of Pandora. Chorus of the Eumenides. All things come round to him who will but wait.1
Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Student's Tale. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
The Golden Legend. iv. Hospitality sitting with Gladness.
Translation from Frithiof's Saga.
Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours
Motto, Hyperion. Book 1.2
Must love and joy and sorrow learn;
Ibid. Book ii.
Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.
Hyperion. Book iv. Chap. viii.
i See Emerson, page 601.
2 Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass,
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nächte
GOETHE : Wilhelm Meister, book ii. chap. xiii.
Hold the feet angel fast until he bless thee.
Kavanagh. There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.
Inferno. Canto v. Line 121.
JOHN G. WHITTIER. 1807-
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
Which once he wore ;
For evermore !
Making their lives a prayer.
To A. K. On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosses.
And step by step, since time began,
The Chapel of the Ilermits.
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,
So “ Bonnie Doon” but tarry;
Lines on Burns.
i Quoted from Cotton's “ To-morrow.” See Genesis xxx. 3. 2 See Chaucer, page 5.
In omni adversitate fortunæ, infelicissimum genus est infortunii fuisse felicem (In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune). — BOETHIUS : De Consolatione Philosophiæ, liber ii.
This is truth the poet sings,
TENNYSON : Locksley Hall, line 75.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
Low stir of leaves and dip of oars
The Mantle of St. John de Matha.
I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
Beyond His love and care. The Eternal Goodness.
SALMON P. CHASE. 1808–1873.
The Constitution, in all its provisions, looks to an indestructible Union composed of indestructible States.
Decision in Texas v. White, 7 Wallace, 725. No more slave States; no slave Territories.
Platform of the Free Soil National Convention, 1848. The way to resumption is to resume.
Letter to Horace Greeley, March 17, 1866.
SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH. 1808-
My country, 't is of thee,
Of thee I sing :
Let freedom ring.
Our fathers' God, to thee,
To thee I sing;
Great God, our King !
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 1809-1861.
There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
A Vision of Poets.
And life is perfected by death. Ibid. Conclusion. Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.
Toll slowly. And I smiled to think God's goodness flowed around our
incompleteness, Round our restlessness His rest.
Rhyme of the Duchess. Or from Browning some “Pomegranate," which if cut
deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
Lady Geraldine's Courtship. xli.
But since he had
Crowned and buried. xxvii.