Oh, it's a snug little island! A right little, tight little island. And le THOMAS DIBDIN (1771-1841): The snug little Island. ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, They [the blacks] had no rights which the white mar was bound to respect. ROGER B. TANEY (1777-1864): The Dred Scott Case (Howard To make a mountain of a mole-hill. HENRY ELLIS (1777-1869): Original Letters. Second March to the battle-field, The foe is now before us; Each heart is Freedom's shield, And heaven is shining o'er us. B. E. O'MEARA (1778-1836): March to the Battle-Field. Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong. STEPHEN DECATUR (1779-1820): Toast given at Norfolk, Here shall the Press the People's right maintain, JOSEPH STORY (1779-1845): Motto of the " Salem Register." Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph. ROBERT EMMET (1780-1803): Speech on his Trial and Conviction for High Treason, September, 1803. Imitation is the sincerest flattery. C. C. COLTON (1780-1832): The Lacon. Behold how brightly breaks the morning! Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, I laugh'd and danc'd and talk'd and sung. PRINCESS AMELIA (1783-1810). A sound so fine, there's nothing lives "Twixt it and silence. JAMES SHERIDAN Knowles (1784-1862) Virginius, Act v. Sc. 2. We have met the enemy, and they are ours. OLIVER H. PERRY (1785-1820): Letter to General Harrison (dated "United States Brig Niagara. Off the Western Sisters. Sept. 10, 1813, 4 P. M."). Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, EATON S. BARRETT (1785-1820): Woman, Part i. (ed. 1822). They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors belong the spoils of the enemy. WILLIAM L. MARCY (1786-1857): Speech in the United States Say to the seceded States, "Wayward sisters, depart in peace." Winfield Scott (1786-1861): Letter to W. H. Seward, Rock'd in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep. EMMA WILLARD (1787-1870): The Cradle of the Deep. Right as a trivet. R. H. BARHAM (1788-1845) The Ingoldsby Legends. Auto-da-fe. My life is like the summer rose Tat opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Scattered on the ground to die. RICHARD HENRY WILDE (1789-1847): My Life is like the Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his own originality. CHARLES PHILLIPS (1789-1859): The Character of Napoleon. Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down; Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town. JOHN G LOCKHART (1794–1854): The Bridal of Andalla. By the margin of fair Zurich's waters Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day, For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters In a dream of love melted away. CHARLES DANCE (1794-1863): Fair Zurich's Waters. I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one. JOHN G. C. BRAINARD (1795-1828): I saw Two Clouds at Morning. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break JAMES G. PERCIVAL (1795-1856): To Seneca Lake What fairy-like music steals over the sea, MRS. C. B. WILSON (-1846): What Fairy-like Music Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. HARTLEY COLERIDGE (1796-1849): She is not Fair. I would not live alway: I ask not to stay WILLIAM A. MUHLENBERG (1796-1877): I would not live alway Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes, The halls of dazzling light. H. S. VANDYK (1798-1828); The Light Guitar. If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot. JOHN A. DIX (1798-1879): An Official Despatch, Jan. 29, 1861. I envy them, those monks of old; Their books they read, and their beads they told. G. P. R. JAMES (1801-1860): The Monks of Old A place in thy memory, dearest, Is all that I claim; To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name. Gerald Griffin (1803–1840): A Place in thy Memory, Sparkling and bright in liquid light Does the wine our goblets gleam in; With hue as red as the rosy bed Which a bee would choose to dream in. CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN (1806-1884): Sparkling and Bright. The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them slaves. ... But I will not characterize that class at the North with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere; it is eternal. JAMES H. HAMMOND (1807-1864): Speech in the U. S. Senate, It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that this is war. CHARLES FRANCIS ADAMS (1807-1886): Despatch to Earl Russell, We are swinging round the circle. ANDREW JOHNSON (1808-1875): On the Presidential Reconstruction We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade. CAROLINE E. S. NORTON (1808-1877): We have been we ask is to be let alone. JEFFERSON DAVIS (1808-1889): First Message to the "Tis said that absence conquers love; But oh believe it not! I've tried, alas! its power to prove, But thou art not forgot. FREDERICK W. THOMAS (1808– - Oh would I were a boy again, -): Absence conquers When life seemed formed of sunny years, MARK LEMON (1809-1870): Oh would I were a Boy Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun, "Are the weans in their bed? for it's nou ten o'clock." WILLIAM MILLER (1810-1872): Willie Winkie. We are Republicans, and don't propose to leave our party and identify ourselves with the party whose antecedents have been Rum, Romanism, and Rebellion. SAMUEL D. BURCHARD (1812- -), A life on the ocean wave! one of the deputation A home on the rolling deep, EPES SARGENT (1813-1881): Life on the Ocean Wave |