But the seamen in the Navy of Charles II. were not gentlemen; and the gentlemen were not seamen.1 History of England. Vol. i. Ch. 2. The Puritans hated bearbaiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators. Ibid. Vol. i. Ch. 3. To every man upon this earth For the ashes of his fathers Lays of Ancient Rome. Horatius, xxvii. How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old. Ibid. lxx. These be the Great Twin Brethren To whom the Dorians pray. The Battle of Lake Regillus. The sweeter sound of woman's praise. Lines written in August, 1847. 1 I have read their platform; but I see nothing in "What is valuable is not it both new and valuable. new, and what is new is not valuable."— Daniel Web ster, Speech, March, 1848. If I am Sophocles, I am not mad: and if I am mad, I am not Sophocles. — Vit. anon. Plumptre, p. lxiv. 2 Even bearbaiting was esteemed heathenish and unchristian; the sport of it, not the inhumanity, gave offence. Hume, History of England, Vol. i. Ch. 62. WILLIAM H. SEWARD. 1801-1872. There is a higher law than the Constitution. Speech, March 11, 1850. It is an irrepressible conflict between opposing and enduring forces. Speech, Oct. 25, 1858. W. M. PRAED. 1802-1839. Twelve years ago I was a boy, A happy boy, at Drury's. School and School-fellows. Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some before the speaker. I remember, I remember Ibid. How my childhood fleeted by, -- The mirth of its December, And the warmth of its July. I remember, I remember. GEORGE P. MORRIS. 1802-1864. Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough!1 In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. Woodman, spare that Tree. (1830.) 1 O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree. Thomas Campbell, The Beech Tree's Petition (1802). A song for our banner? The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station: "United we stand - divided we fall!" It made and preserves us a nation! The union of States none can severThe union of hearts - the union of hands And the Flag of our Union forever! The Flag of our Union Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago! Near the Lake EDWARD BULWER LYTTON. Beneath the rule of men entirely great Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. 2. Take away the sword; States can be saved without it. Ibid. In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As-fail. Ibid. Frank, haughty, rash, the Rupert of debate. The New Timon. Parti. St. 6. Alone! that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard ; Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, Of hopes laid waste,knells in that word-ALONE! Ibid. Part ii. 7. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills. Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. St. 2. Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, Like instincts, unawares. The Men of Old. A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet. The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Ibid. I wandered by the Brookside. SAMUEL LOVER. 1797-1868. Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. Rory O'More. For drames always go by conthraries, my dear.1 Ibid. "Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More. Sure the shovel and tongs To each other belongs. Ibid. Widow Machree. 1 Ground not upon dreams, you know they are ever contrary. Middleton, The Family of Love, iv. 3. Poe.- Willis.- Taylor. 567 EDGAR A. POE. 1811-1849. Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. The Raven. Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! Quoth the Raven: "Nevermore." To the glory that was Greece Ibid. And the grandeur that was Rome. To Helen. NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. 1817-1867. At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.1 Necessity for a Promenade Drive. HENRY TAYLOR. The world knows nothing of its greatest men. Philip Van Artevelde. Parti. Act. i. Sc. 5. An unreflected light did never yet Dazzle the vision feminine. Ibid. He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. 1 See Note, ante, P 549. Ibid. |