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Man, the unwearied climber, that climbed
to the unknown goal.

The Dream of Man. /. S.
Pain with the thousand teeth. /. 15.

Sea, that breakest for ever, that breakest
and never art broken.

Hymn to the Sea. Part 2, 6,
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of
querulous reeds. Part 3, 8.

When, upon orchard and lane, breaks the
white foam of the Spring ;
When, in extravagant revel, the Dawn, a
Bacchante upleaping,
SpiUs, on the tresses of Night, vintages
golden and red ;
When, as a token at parting, munificent
Day, for remembrance,
Gives, unto men that forget, Ophirs of
fabulous ore. Part 3, 12,

Man and his littleness perish, erased like an
error and cancelled ;
Man and his greatness survive, lost in the
greatness of God. Part 4i 17.

And loved the land whose mountains and
whose streams
Are lovelier for his strain.

To Jamea Bromley.
With " Wordsworth's Grave,'*

• 8u SheUey (p. 889) : " Many diint with toU," Ao.


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It may be that we can no longer share
The faith which from his fathers he re-
It may be that our doom is to despair
Whiere he with joy belieyed.

To James Bromley.
With " Wordsworth't Graved

The God I know of, I shall ne*er

Know, though he dweUs exceeding nigh.
Baise thou the stone and find me there,

Cleave thou the wood and there am L*
Yea, in my flesh his spirit doth flow,
Too near, too far, for me to know.

The Unknown God.
But by remembering God, say some,

We keep our high imperial lot.
Fortune, I fear, hath of tenest come

Wben we forgot— when we forgot. lb.

Slight not the songsmith.

En^bEmd my Mother. Part 1,
Deemest thou labour
Only is earnest ?
Grave is all heauty,
Solenm is joy. Tart 4*

Who hath found
Another man so shod with flre, so crowned
With thunder, and so armed with wrath

divine 'r The Tired Lion.

The gathering blackness of the frown of

God. The Turk in Armenia (180S>.

He came when poets had foigot

How rich and strange the human lot,
How warm the tints of life ; how hot

Are Love and Hate :
And what makes Truth divine and what

Makes Manhood great.

The Tomb of Burns.
Who die of having lived too much

In their large hours. lb.

Singly he faced the bigot brood,
The meanly wise, the feebly ^ood ;
He pelted them with pearl, with mud ;

He fought them weU, —
But ah, the stupid million stood,

And he,— he fell ! lb.

His greatness, not his littleness.

Concerns mankind. /6.

His delicate ears, and superfine long nose,
With that last triumph, his distinguished

tail k Study In Contrasts. Fart i, /. 9,

The flower of Collie aristocracy. /. 12,

His trick of doing nothing with an air.

His salon manners and society smile

Were but skin deep. /. 17,

• These two lines arc from iome "newly-dis-
covered gayings of Jesns," — which appeared
rather to be the echo of an ancient pantheistical
Oriental proTerh.

The staid, conservative,
Came-over-with-the-Conqueror type of
mind. /. 42,

Shellev, the hectic, flamelike roee of verse.
All colour, and all odour, and all bloom.
Steeped in the moonlight, glutted with the

But somewhat lacking root in homely earth.
To Edwd. Dowden. /. 46,

And rare is noble impulse, rare
The impassioned aim.

Bhelley'i Centenary.

Empires dissolve, and peoples disappear.
Song passes not away.

LaerlmsB Mnsarum. /. llg,
April, April,

Laugh thy girlish laughter ;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears ! Bong. April,

We are children of splendour and fame.
Of shuddering, also, and tears ;
Magnificent out of the dust we came.
And abject from the spheres. Ode in May.

I think the immortal servants of mankind,
Who, from their graves watch by how riow

The World-Soul greatens with the centuries,
Mourn most man's barren levity of mind.
The ear to no ^prave harmonies mclined,
The witleis thirst for false wit's worthless

The laugh mistimed in tragic presences^
The eye to all majestic meanings blind.

The votes of veering crowds are not

The things that are more excellent

Things that are more Excellent.

The stars of heaven are free because
In amplitude of liberty
Then- joy is to obey the laws. St. 4,

The thirst to know and understand,

A large and liberal discontent ;
These are the goods in life's rich hand.

The things that are more excellent. St, 8,

What hadst thou that could make such
large amends
For all thou hadst not, and thy peers
Motion and fire, swift means to radiant
Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of

Wordsworth*! Grave. Fart f, »t. 3.

The impassioned argument was simple

Half wondering at its own melodious
tongue. Fart S, tt, 4,


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[Rev.] ISAAC WATTS, D.D. a«74-

CutbM pride, tliat creeps securely in,

And swells a h&ugh^ wonn.

Sincere Praise.
Let docs delight to bark and bite,

For God hath made them so :
Let bears and lions growl and fight,

For 'tis their nature too.

Against QaarrelliD^
But children you should never let

Your angry passions rise,
Your little hands were never made

To tear each other's eyes. lb.

How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all Uie day

From every opening flower I

AKalnit Idleness.
For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.* . lb.

In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first years be past,
That I may give for every day

Some good account at last. lb.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream.

Bears all its sons away.
They fly forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.

God, our help in ages past.
Whene'er I take my walks abroad,

H<nr many poor I see !

Praise for Mercies.
Not more than others I deserve,

Yet Gk)d has given me more ! lb,

I would not change my native land

For rich Peru with all her gold.

Praise for Birth.
There's no repentance in the grave.
^ Solemn Thoughts.

There is a dreadful hell,

And everlasting pains ;
Where sinners must with devils dwell

In darkness, fire, and chains.

Heaven and HelL
A fiower when offered in the bud

Is no vain sacrifice. Early Religion.

But liars we can never trust,

Though they should speak the thing that's
true ;
A^d he that does one fault at first.

And lies to hide it, makes it two.f

Against Lying.
Whatever brawls disturb the street,

There should be peace at home. Love.

ty*^.^"^^ Proverb: "NlchU than lehrt
uebel thiin."
t Su George Herbert : *« Dare to be true."

Birds in their b'ttle nests ame ;

And *tis a shameful sight.
When children of one f amd^

Fall out, and chide, and fight. lb.

When others speak a railing word,

We must not rail again.

Against Scoffing.
And he's in danger of hell fire

That calls his orother, fool. lb.

One sickly sheep infects the flock.

And poisons all the rest.

Against Evil Company.
Let me be dressed fine as I will.
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.

Against Pride.
What heavy guilt upon him lies !

How cursed is his name !
The ravens shall pick out his eyes,

And eagles eat the same.^ Obedience.

I have been there, and still would go ;
'Tis like a little heaven below.

Lord's Day ETsnlng.
'Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him

complain :
''You have waked me too soon, I must

slumber again " ;
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed,
Turns his sides, and nis shoulders, and his

heavy head. The Sluggard.

That man's but a picture of what I might be.
But thanks to my friends for tiieir care in

my breeding.
Who taught me betimes to love working

and reading. lb.

Abroad in the meadows to see the youug

Hun sporting about by the side of their dams,
With fleeces so clean and so white.

Innocent Play.
But Thomas, and William, and such pretty

Should be cleanly and harmless as doves

or as lambs,
Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. lb.

How rude are the boys, that throw pebbles

and mire ! lb.

Why should I deprive my neighbour

Of his goods against lus wiU ?
Hands were made for honest labour.

Not to plunder or to steal. The Thief.
I'll not willingly offend.

Nor be easify offended ;
What's amiss Til strive to mend.

And endure what can't be mended.

Good Resolatlon.

t Founded on Prov. 80, 17: "The eye that
mocketh at his father, and despixeth to obey hfs
mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out,
and the young eagles shall eat it."


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Hush ! my dear, lie still and slumber,

Holy anffels ^^uard thy bed !
Heavenly blessmgs without number

GenUy f idling on thy head.

Cradle Hymn.

Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound.

Funeral Thought.

Strange ! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

Hymns and Bpiritnal Bongi.
Book «, 19.
So, when a raging fever bums,
We shift from side to side by turns ;
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,
To change the place, but keep the pain.

Book 2, 1£6,
Were I so tall to reach the pole,
Or graso) the ocean in my span,
I must oe measured by my soul :
The m£nd*8 the standard of the man.

Horn Lyrlcas. False Greatness.

Riches that the world bestows,

She can take and I can lose :

But the treasures that are mine

Lie afar beyond her line. Tms RIohes.

His Maker Idssed his soul away.
And laid his flesh to rest.

The Presence of Ood«
ril take a turn among the tombs,
And see whereto all glory comes.

The Hero's BchooL



Thus did England fight :
And shall not EngUnd smite
With Drake's strong stroke in battles yet to

Christmas at the Mermaid. Chords.

Whate'er the bans the wind may waft her
England's true men are we and Pope's
men after.

When England Calls. Ben Jonxon.

Life still hath one romance that naught can
Not Time himself, who coffins Life's

romances —
For still will Christmas gild the year's
If Childhood comes, as here, to make him
merry. The Christmas Tree.

Behold ye builders, demigods who made
England's Walhalla.*

The Silent Voices. No. 4.

The Minster Spirits.

To follow him, be true, be pure, be brave.

Thou needest not his lyre. No, 5.

• Westmin.ster Abbef.

What treasure foimd he ? Chains and pains
and sorrow-
Yea, all the wealth those noble seekers

Whose footfalls mark the music of man*
'Twas his to lend a life: 'twas Man's to

*Twas his to make, but not to share, the
morrow. Columbus.

Life hath no joy like his who fights with
Shoulder to shoulder with a stricken friend.
Hldshlpnian Lanyon.

On earth what hath the poet? An alien

Night holds the keys that ope the doors of

Day. In a Graveyard.

We looked o'er London, where men wither

and choke.
Roofed in, poor souls, renouncing stars and

skies. A Talk on Waterloo Bridge.


Where are the boys of the old Brigade,
Who fought with us side by side ?

The Old Brigade.

Not in the Abbey proudly laid
Find they a place or part ;

The gallant bo3r8 of the old Brigade,
They sleep in Old England's heart. lb.

For his heart is like the sea.
Ever open, bravo, and free.

They all Love Jack.
Why, Jack's the king of all.
For they all love Jack. lb*

•Tis the broad and mighty sea
That has made us strong and free,
And will keep us what we are.

Oo to Sea.

BYRON WEBBER (I9th Century).
Hands across the sea,
Feet on English ground.
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world
round. Hands Across the Sea.

DANIEL WEBSTER (1782-1862).
The past, at least, is secure.

Speeches. On FooVs Resolution,

Liberty and Union, now and for ever, one
and inseparable. lb.

[The statement that] a National debt is a
National blessing.f Jan. £6, 1830.

He touched the dead corpse of Public
Credit and it spning upon its feet.

On Hamilton^ March 10, ISSl.

t A Btitcment repudiated by Webnter.


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JOHN WEBSTER (1680 7-1626 7).

'Tis just like a summer bird-cage in a
garden ; the birds that are without despair
to get in, and the birds tliat are within
despair and are in a consumption, for fear
they shall never get out.*

The White Devil. Act 1, t,
GlorieS) like glow-worms, afar off shine

But looked too near, have neither heat nor

light. The Duchess of Malfy.

The friendless bodies of uuburied men. lb.
Death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits. Ih,

Labouring men
Count the clock oftenest. Act 5, 2.

Past sorrows, let us moderately lament them ;
For those to come, seek wisely to prevent

them. lb.

Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins
toothsomest, old wood bum brightest, old
linen wash whitest ? f

Westward Hoe. Act S, t.


of WellingtOA (1769-1862).

Nothing except a battle lost can be half so
melancholy as a battle won. Despatch, 1815.

Uniforms are often masks (to hide

cowards). Sayings attributed to the

Duke of Wellington.

The whole art of war consists in getting
at what is on the other side of the hill. lb.

Habit is ten times nature. lb.

Educate men without religion and you
make them but clever devils. lb.

When my journal appears, many statues
must come down. lb.

[Rev.] CHARLES WESLEY (1707-

Jesu, lover of my soul.

Let me to Thy bosom fly ;
While the nearer waters roll.

While the tempest still is high.

In Temptation.
Hark how all the welkin rings,
Glory to the King of kings !
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled ! X

Christmas Hymn.

• Translation of Montaigne, Book 3, 5. See
French Quotations : ** lien advient ce qui se
veoid aux aigeM," etc. .See also Sir J. Davies :
*• Wedlocic, indeed, hath oft compared been,"
etc. (p. 106).

t ('}. Bacon's Apophthegm, 134 (p. 12).

X The llist two lilies were alteiod in the hymns
at the end of Tate and Bmdy's " New Version of
the Psalms," to :

" Hark tlie herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-bom king."

[RcT.] JOHN WESLEY (1703-1791).

Passion and prejudice govern the world ;
only under the name of reason.

Letter. To Joseph Benson, Oct, 5, 1770,

Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.

Quoted in Sermon 93. Oti Dress,

That execrable sum of all villainies com-
monly called A Slave Trade.

Journal. Feb, It, 1772.


The poet*8 fate is here in emblem shown.
He asked for bread, and he received a stone.
Epigrams. On liutlei''8 Monument
in Westminster Abbey,

GILBERT WEST. LL.D. (1703-1756).
Example is a lesson that all men can read.
Education. Canto i, st. SI.

In the us«,
Not in the bare possession, lies the merit.

Institution of the Garter. 461,


of Dublm (1787-1863).

Preach not because you have to say some-
thing, but because you have something to
say. Apophthegms.

Happiness is no laughing matter. lb.

It is a folly to expect men to do all that
they may reasonably be expected to do. Jb.

Honesty is the best policy, but he who acts
on that principle is not an honest man. lb.

Slumbers sweet thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us.

This livelong night.

EvenUig Hymn.

It is one thing to wish to have truth on
our side, and another to wish sincerely to
be on the side of truth. §

Essays on Difflcnltles in the Writings of
8t. FsmL—No. 1, On the Love of Truth,


And so no force, however great.
Can strain a cord, however fine,
Into a horizontal line
That shall be absolutely straight.

Said to be an accidental instance of
metre and poetry.

§ *• It Is a dangerous grieving of the Spirit,
when, instead of drawing ouraelves to the Spirit,
we will labour to draw the Spirit to as."— Sibbrs ;
" Fountain Sealed."


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HENRY KIRRE WHITE (178»-1806).
And yet I cannot tell thee why,
I'm pleased and jet I'm sad.

**Vm pleased and yet I'm lad.*'
Preach to the storm, and reason with despair,
But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
LIiMS on Reading Capel Lofft*s Preface
to M. Bloomfleld'B Poems. S.
Yet, though thou fade,
From thy dead leayes let fragrance rise ;

And teach the maid
That Goodness Time's rude hand defies.
That Virtue lives when Beauty dies.

Additional Stanza to Waller's
" Qo, lOYely rose."
What is this passing scene ?

A peevish April day !
A Uttle sun— a little rain,
And then ni^ht sweeps along the plain.
And all thmgs fade away.

On Disappointment.

PAUL WHITEHEAD (1710-1774).
Why, praise is satire in these sinful days.


Honour's a mistress all mankind pursue ;
Yet most mistake the false one for the true :
Lured by the Mappings, dazzled by the

Weworship oft the idol for the saint.



Grief is the unhappy charter of our sex :
The gods who gave us readier tears to

Gave us more cause to shed them. Creusa.

Shall stem ambition, rivalship of power.
Subdue the soft humanity within us ?

The Roman Father. Act 1, 1.
Of an old tale, which every schoolboy knows.*
Prolo^e to " The Roman Fat her, ^^
Delay is cowardice, and doubt despair.

Atys and Adrastns.

Betwixt two vices every virtue lies.

On Ridicule.

Wisdom alone is true ambition s aim,
Wisdom the source of virtue, and of fame,
Obtained with labour, for m a nkin d em-
And then, when most you share it, best
enjoyed. On HobllUy.


O, woman wronged, can cherish hate
More deep and cujrk than manhood may !
Hogg Megone.

• " Every schoolboy." Set ** Macaulay's School'
boy ** (MiBcelUneooB QuctationsX

Slowly she faded, liay by day
Her step grew weaker m our hall,
And fainter, at each even-fall.
Her sad voice died away.


The hills are dearest which our childish

Have climbed the earliest ; and the streams

most sweet
Are ever those at which our young lips

Bridal of Pennacook. 6, At Fennacook.

Falsehoods which we spurn to-day
Were the truths of long ago.

Calef in Boston.

God*8 true priest is always free ;
Free, the needed truth to speak,
Kight the wronged, and raise the weak.

The Curse of the Charter-Breakers.

"Is this," I cried,
** The end of prayer and preaching? "
Then down with pulpit, down with priest.
And give us Nature's teaching ! "

A Sabbath Scene.
God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late.
They touch the shining hills of day ;
The evil cannot brook delay,
The good can well afford to wait.

Give ermined knaves their hour of crime ;
Ye have the future grand and great.
The safe appeal of Truth to Time !
Lines to Friends under Arrest for Treason.

Happy must be the State

Whose ruler heedeth more

The murmurs of the poor
Thau flatteries of the great.

Kln< Solomon and the AnU.

Making their lives a prayer.

On receiving a Basket of Sea Mosses.

Press bravely onward ! Not in vain
Your generous trust in human-kind ;

The good which bloodshed could not gain
Your peaceful zeal shall find.

To the Reformers of England.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these : *' It might have been."
Hand MuUer.

The awful beauty of self-sacrifice.

Amy Wentworth.

The stream is brightest at its spring.

And blood is not Bke wine. /*.

O, rank is good, and gold is fair.

And high and low mate ill ;
But love has never known a law

Beyond its own sweet will. lo*

Old customs, habits, superstitions, fears.
All that lies buried under fifty years.

The Coontesi.


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Tender as woman : manlineaa and meekneM

In him were so allied
That they who judged him by his strength
or weakness,

Saw but a single side.

In Remembrance of Joseph Starve.
And now he rests; his greatness and his

No more shall seem at strife ;
And death has moulded into calm com-

The statue of his life. /j,

Peririi with him the folly that seeks through

evil good. Brown of Ossawotomle.

He has done the work of a true man,—

Crown him, honour him, love him.
Weep over him, tears of woman,

Stoop manliest brows above him.

Lines on Q. L. Smith.
Ah, well !— the world is discreet ;

There are plenty to pause and wait ;
But here was a man who set his feet

Sometimes in advance of fate. lb.

Suffice it that he never brought

His conscience to the public mart ;
But lived himself the truth he taught,

AVhite-souled, clean-handed, pure of heart.
_, Bamner.

The outworn rite, the old abuse,

The pious fraud transparent grown.

,_ , . „ . Th« Reformer,

The hope of all who suffer,
The oread of all who wrong.

Mantle of St John de Hatha.
And beauty is its own excuse.*

Dedication to Bon^i of Labonr.
There's life alone in duty done,
And rest alone in striving. The Droven.

Freedom, hand in hand with labour,
Walketh strong and brave.

The Lombermen.
It sank from sight before it set.

How strange it seems, with so much gone
Of hf e and love, to still live on ! lb,

A silent, shy, peace-loving man,
He seemed no fiery partisan.

The Tent on the Beach.
The sweet voice into silence went,
A silence which was almost pain.

The Grave by the Lake.
The sunshine seemed to bless.
The air was a caress. Maidi of Attitash.
He owns her logic of the heart,
Aiid reaaon of unreason, kmont the Hlllg.

..Iv®°7^^*** ^^ Emerson's "Rhodora":
"Then beauty is iu own excuse for being."

Love scarce is love that never knows

The sweetness of forgiving. lb.

And man is hate, but God is love.

Ghapel of the Hermits.
The cross, if rightly borne, shall be
No burden, but support to thee.t

The Cross.
Forpve the poet, but his warning heed.
And shame his poor word with your nobler

deed. The Panorama.

Some blamed him, some believed him good, —

The truth lay doubtless »twixt the two,—
He reconciled as best he could

Old faith and fancies new.

My Hameaaka.
And Naturo compromised betwixt

Good fellow and recluse. iJ,

He worshipped as his fathers did.

And kept the faith of childish days,
And, howsoe'er he strayed or slid.

He loved the good old ways. lb.

From the death of the old the new proceeds.

And the life of truth from the rot of creeds.

The Preacher.

Better heresy of doctrine, than heresy of

beart Mary Garvin.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is

always young. Jb,

Give fools their gold, and knaves their
Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall ;
Who sows a field, or trains a flower.
Or plants a tree, is mora than all.

Lines for the A^cultnral Exhibition
at Amesbury.
One brave deed makes no hero. The Hero.
Small leisure have the poor for grief.

The Witoh*s Dao^ter.
Others shall siug the song.
Others shaU right the wrong.
Finish what I begin.
And all I fail of win. Hy Triomph.


VILLE (1821-1878).

When you sleep in your cloak there's no
lodging to pay. BooU and Baddies.

For everything created

In the bounds of earth and sky.
Hath such longing to be mated,
* It must couple or must die. Like to Like.
Pleasure that most enchants us

Seems the soonest done ;
What is life with all it grants us,

But a hunting run ?

k Lay of the Banito n Bloodhounds.

,.i.T™°''*^**'" °^ Thom«s 4 Kemidn, Book 2. 5:
** Si Ubeuter crucem portas, portabit te."


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Ah ! better to love iii the lowlieet cot
Than pine in a palace alone. Ghaatelar.

A rider unequalled — a sportsman complete,
A. rum one to follow, a bad one to beat.
Hunting Bong. A Rum One to Follow,

CARLOS WILCOX (1794-1887).
lis infamy to die and not be missed.

The Religion of Taste.


Wheeler (b. 1855).
Lauf h, and the world laughs with you.

Weep, and you weep alone ;
For this brave old earth must borrow its
It has troubles enough of its own.*

The Way of the World.
No question is ever settled
Until it is settled right.

SetUe the QnesUon Right.
The splendid discontent of God

With Chaos, made the world. Dlsoontent.
And from the discontent of man

The world's beet progress springs, f Jb,
Day's sweetest moments are at dawn.

Love lights more fire than hate extin-
And men grow better as the world grows
old. Optimism.

Distrust that man who tells you to distrust.



WILDE (1866-1900).

A man can't be too careful in the choice
of his enemies.

The Picture of Dorian Gray. CJiap. 1,

The worst of having a romance is that it
leaves one so unromantic. Ih,

The only way to get rid of a temptation is
to yield to it Chap, t.

He knew the precise psychological
moment when to say nothing. lb.

The true mytterY of the world is the
visible, not the invisible. lb.

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