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WENDELL PHILLIPS. 1811-1884. Revolutions are not made; they come.

Speech, Jan. 28, 1852. What the Puritans gave the world was not thought, but action.

Speech, Dec. 21, 1855. One on God's side is a majority. Speech, Nor. 1, 1859. Every man meets his Waterloo at last.

Ibid. Revolutions never go backward. Speech, Feb. 12, 1861.


A sacred burden is this life


Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,
Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly.
Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin,
But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.

Lines addressed to the Young Gentlemen leaving the Lenox

Academy, Mass.
Better trust all, and be deceived,

And weep that trust and that deceiving,
Than doubt one heart, that if believed
Had blessed one's life with true believing.


Ho! stand to your glasses steady!

’T is all we have left to prize.
A cup to the dead already, -
Hurrah for the next that dies ! 1

Revelry in India. 1 This quatrain appears with variations in several stanzas. “The poem," says Mr. Rossiter Johnson in “ Famous Single and Fugitive Poems," “ is persistently attributed to Alfred Domett; but in a letter to me, Feb. 6, 1879, he says: 'I did not write that poem, and was never in India in my life. I am as ignorant of the authorship as you can be.'”


It was the calm and silent night!

Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up to might,

And now was queen of land and sea.
No sound was heard of clashing wars,

Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars
Held undisturbed their ancient reign
In the solemn midnight,
Centuries ago.

Christmas Hymn.

FRANCES S. OSGOOD. 1812-1850.

Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes, humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages of eternity.

Little Things.

Little deeds of kindness, little words of love,
Make our earth an Eden like the heaven above.



I have always believed that success would be the inev. itable result if the two services, the army and the navy, had fair play, and if we sent the right man to fill the right place.

Speech in Parliament, Jan. 15, 1855.2

1 See Sydney Smith, page 461.

2 This speech is reported in Hansard's Parliamentary Debates, Third Series, vol.cxxxviii. p. 2077.


Any nose
May ravage with impunity a rose.

Sordello. Book vi.
That we devote ourselves to God, is seen
In living just as though no God there were.

Paracelsus. Part i.

Be sure that God
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.

I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive, what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive :
He guides me and the bird. In his good time. Ibid.

Are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl ? Festus, I plunge.

Ibid. God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

Part ii. The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

Part iv. I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

Part v.

Progress is
The law of life : man is not Man as yet.

Say not "a small event!” Why “small” ?
Costs it inore pain that this ye


A “great event” should come to pass
From that? Untwine me from the mass
Of deeds which make up life, one deed
Power shall fall short in or exceed !

Pippa Passes. Introduction.
God's in his heaven :

All's right with the world. Ibid. Part i.
Some unsuspected isle in the far seas,
Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas. Part ii.

In the morning of the world,
When earth was nigher heaven than now.

Part .

All service ranks the same with God,
With God, whose puppets, best and worst,
Are we: there is no last nor first.

Part iv.

I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God, the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward, — Nature's good
And God's.

A Soul's Tragedy. Act i. Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say, - not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances : the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be, not are, nor will be.

Ibid. Act ii. There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest.

A Blot in the 'Scutcheon. Act i. Sc. iii.

When is man strong until he feels alone ?

Colombe's Birthday. Act iii.
When the fight begins within himself,
A man 's worth something.

Men and Women. Bishop Blougram's Apology.

The sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

Cleon. And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.

Ibid. Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Æschylus, because we read his plays !

Ibid. Rafael made a century of sonnets. One Word More. i. Other heights in other lives, God willing.


God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her!

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Oh their Rafael of the dear Madonnas,
Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno,
Wrote one song

- and in my brain I sing it; Drew one angel — borne, see, on my bosom!

rix. The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

Count Gismond. xii. Over my head his arm he flung Against the world.

xix. Just my vengeance complete,

The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed !
So, I was afraid !

Instans Tyrannus. vii.
Oh never star
Was lost here but it rose afar.

Waring. ii.

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