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Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain:
Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
The Grave of Bonaparte.
[666:1] This song was composed and set to music, about 1842, by Leonard Heath, of Nashua, who died a few years ago.—Bela Chapin: The Poets of New Hampshire, 1883, p. 760.
BAYARD TAYLOR. 1825-1878.Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.
Bedouin Song.
They sang of love, and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain's glory;
Each heart recall'd a different name,
But all sang Annie Lawrie.
The Song of the Camp.
The bravest are the tenderest,—
The loving are the daring.
The Song of the Camp.
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DINAH M. MULOCK. 1826- ——.Two hands upon the breast,
And labour 's done;[667:1]
Two pale feet crossed in rest,
The race is won.
Now and Afterwards.
[667:1] Two hands upon the breast, and labour is past.—Russian Proverb.
ALEXANDER SMITH. 1830-1867.Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire.
A Life Drama. Sc. ii.
In winter, when the dismal rain
Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.
A Life Drama. Sc. ii.
A poem round and perfect as a star.
A Life Drama. Sc. ii.
H. F. CHORLEY. 1831-1872.A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!
The Brave Old Oak.
Then here 's to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who stands in his pride alone!
And still flourish he a hale green tree
When a hundred years are gone!
The Brave Old Oak.
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ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. 1832- ——.Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight!
Make me a child again, just for to-night!
Rock me to sleep.
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
Rock me to sleep.
BISHOP HENRY C. POTTER. 1835- ——.We have exchanged the Washingtonian dignity for the Jeffersonian simplicity, which was in truth only another name for the Jacksonian vulgarity.
Address at the Washington Centennial Service in St. Paul's Chapel, New York, April 30, 1889.
If there be no nobility of descent, all the more indispensable is it that there should be nobility of ascent,—a character in them that bear rule so fine and high and pure that as men come within the circle of its influence they involuntarily pay homage to that which is the one pre-eminent distinction, the royalty of virtue.
Address at the Washington Centennial Service in St. Paul's Chapel, New York, April 30, 1889.
FRANCIS M. FINCH.Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Love and tears for the Blue,
Tears and love for the Gray.[668:1]
The Blue and the Gray.
[668:1] This poem first appeared in the "Atlantic Monthly."
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GROVER CLEVELAND. 1837- ——.After an existence of nearly twenty years of almost innocuous desuetude these laws are brought forth.
Message, March 1, 1886.
It is a condition which confronts us—not a theory.[669:1]
Annual Message, 1887.
I have considered the pension list of the republic a roll of honor.
Veto of Dependent Pension Bill, July 5, 1888.
Party honesty is party expediency.
Interview in New York Commercial Advertiser, Sept. 19, 1889.
[669:1] See Disraeli, page 607.
FRANCIS BRET HARTE. 1839- ——.Which I wish to remark,—
And my language is plain,—
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
Plain Language from Truthful James.
Ah Sin was his name.
Plain Language from Truthful James.
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Plain Language from Truthful James.
FRANCIS W. BOURDILLON. 1852- ——.The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
Light.
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MISCELLANEOUS.It may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer.
John Kepler (1571-1630). Martyrs of Science (Brewster). P. 197.
Needle in a bottle of hay.
Field (—— -1641): A Woman's a Weathercock. (Reprint, 1612, p. 20.)
He is a fool who thinks by force or skill
To turn the current of a woman's will.
Samuel Tuke (—— -1673): Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3.
Laugh and be fat.
John Taylor (1580?-1684). Title of a Tract, 1615.
Diamond cut diamond.
John Ford (1586-1639): The Lover's Melancholy. Act i. Sc. 1.
A liberty to that only which is good, just, and honest.
John Winthrop (1588-1649): Life and Letters. Vol. ii. p. 341.
I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.
Richard Baxter (1615-1691): Love breathing Thanks and Praise.
Though this may be play to you,
'T is death to us.
Roger L. Estrange (1616-1704): Fables from Several Authors. Fable 398.
And there 's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but born and die.
Stephen Harvey (circa 1627): Juvenal, Satire ix.
May I govern my passion with absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away.
Walter Pope (1630-1714): The Old Man's Wish.
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When change itself can give no more,
'T is easy to be true.
Charles Sedley (1639-1701): Reasons for Constancy.
The real Simon Pure.
Susannah Centlivre (1667-1723): A bold Stroke for a Wife.
When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
George Sewell (—— -1726): The Suicide.
Studious of ease, and fond of humble things.
Ambrose Phillips (1671-1749): From Holland to a Friend in England.
My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,
By time subdued (what will not time subdue!),
A horrid chasm disclosed.
John Philips (1676-1708): The Splendid Shilling. Line 121.
For twelve honest men have decided the cause,
Who are judges alike of the facts and the laws.
William Pulteney (1682-1764): The Honest Jury.
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,
Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony days been;
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We 'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.
Allan Ramsay (1686-1758): Lochaber no More.
Busy, curious, thirsty fly,
Drink with me, and drink as I.
William Oldys (1696-1761): On a Fly drinking out of a Cup of Ale.
Thus Raleigh, thus immortal Sidney shone
(Illustrious names!) in great Eliza's days.
Thomas Edwards (1699-1757): Canons of Criticism.
One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.
Robert Dodsley (1703-1764): The Parting Kiss.
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A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.
Charles Wesley: Christian Fidelity.
Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down.
Divine Love.
Of right and wrong he taught
Truths as refined as ever Athens heard;
And (strange to tell!) he practised what he preached.
John Armstrong (1709-1779): The Art of Preserving Health. Book iv. Line 301.
Gentle shepherd, tell me where.
Samuel Howard (1710-1782).
Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue!
Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes?
Remember, when the judgment 's weak the prejudice is strong.
Kane O'Hara (—— -1782): Midas. Act i. Sc. 4.
Where passion leads or prudence points the way.
Robert Lowth (1710-1787): Choice of Hercules, i.
And he that will this health deny,
Down among the dead men let him lie.
—— Dyer (published in the early part of the reign of George I.).
Each cursed his fate that thus their project crossed;
How hard their lot who neither won nor lost!
Richard Graves (1715-1804): The Festoon (1767).
Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer!
List, ye landsmen all, to me;
Messmates, hear a brother sailor
Sing the dangers of the sea.
George A. Stevens (1720-1784): The Storm.
That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,—
Creation's blot, creation's blank.
Thomas Gibbons (1720-1785): When Jesus dwelt.
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In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast, and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested.
Richard Hurd (1720-1808): Sermons. Vol. ii. p. 287.
There is such a choice of difficulties that I am myself at a loss how to determine.
James Wolfe (1726-1759): Despatch to Pitt, Sept. 2, 1759.
Kathleen mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.
Anne Crawford (1734-1801): Kathleen Mavourneen.
Who can refute a sneer?
William Paley (1743-1805): Moral Philosophy. Vol. ii. Book v. Chap. 9.
Why should the Devil have all the good tunes?
Rowland Hill (1744-1833).
Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey?
And why does thy nose look so blue?
Thomas Holcroft (1745-1809): Gaffer Grey.
Millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute.
Charles Cotesworth Pinckney (1746-1825),—when Ambassador to the French Republic, 1796.
And ye sall walk in silk attire,
And siller hae to spare,
Gin ye 'll consent to be his bride,
Nor think o' Donald mair.
Susanna Blamire (1747-1794): The Siller Croun.
A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we 're all good fellows together.
John O'Keefe (1747-1833): Sprigs of Laurel. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The moon had climb'd the highest hill
Which rises o'er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
Her silver light on tower and tree.
John Lowe (1750- ——): Mary's Dream.
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Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
Timothy Dwight (1752-1817): Columbia.
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope, and comfort from above;
Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love.
Robert Hawker (1753-1827): Benediction.
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,
Wat ye how she cheated me,
As I came o'er the braes of Balloch?
Anne Grant (1755-1838): Roy's Wife.
Bounding billows, cease your motion,
Bear me not so swiftly o'er.
Mary Robinson (1758-1799): Bounding Billows.
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