Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.

Don Juan. Canto xiii. St. 11.

Society is now one polished horde,

Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Canto xv. St. 13.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous. Memoranda from his Life, by Moore, ch. xiv.

The best of Prophets of the future is the Past. Letter, January 28, 1821.

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust "; And the star-spangled banner, O long may it

wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the The Star-spangled Banner.

brave!

Hunt. - Pierpont. — Marcy.

537

LEIGH HUNT. 1784-1859.

ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.

Abou Ben Adhem.

And lo! BEN ADHEM'S name led all the rest.

Ibid.

O for a seat in some poetic nook,
Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook.
Politics and Poetics.

With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks
To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.

The Story of Rimini.

JOHN PIERPONT. 1785-1866.

A weapon that comes down as still
As snow-flakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman's will,

As lightning does the will of God;
And from its force, nor doors nor locks
Can shield you ;- 't is the ballot-box.
A Word from a Petitioner.

WILLIAM L. MARCY. 1786-1857.

They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors belong the spoils of the enemy.

Speech in the United States Senate, January, 1832.

PERCY B. SHELLEY.

1792-1822.

How wonderful is Death!

Death and his brother Sleep.

Queen Mab. i.

Power, like a desolating pestilence,

Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton.

Heaven's ebon vault,

Studded with stars unutterably bright,

Ibid. iii.

Thro' which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread

To curtain her sleeping world.

Ibid. iv.

Then black despair,

The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.

The Revolt of Islam. Dedication. St. vi.

With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and

1 Compare Bacon, Essay xx. Empire, ante, p. 142.

All love is sweet,

Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

They who inspire it most are fortunate,
As I am now; but those who feel it most
Are happier still.1

Prometheus Unbound. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see

The work of their own hearts, and that must be

Our chastisement or recompense.

Julian and Maddalo.

Most wretched men

Are cradled into poetry by wrong;

They learn in suffering what they teach in song.2

I could lie down like a tired child,

And weep away the life of care

Which I have borne, and yet must bear.

Ibid.

Stanzas, written in Dejection, near Naples. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. The Cloud. iv. A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.

Adonais. xxxii.

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity. Ibid. liii.

1 See Rochefoucauld, ante, p. 223.

2 And poets by their sufferings grow,

As if there were no more to do,

To make a poet excellent,

But only want and discontent.

Butler's Fragments.

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;

Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Poems written in 1821. To

The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow!

Poems written in 1821.

To

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SCROPE DAVIES.

Babylon in all its desolation is a sight not so awful as that of the human mind in ruins. Letter to Thomas Raikes, May 25, 1835

EATON S. BARRETT. 1785-1820.

Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave.

Woman. Part i. Ed. 1822.1

1 Not she with trait'rous kiss her Master stung,
Not she denied him with unfaithful tongue;
She, when apostles fled, could danger brave,
Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave.

From the original edition of 1810.