Behold how brightly breaks the morning!
Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.

JAMES KENNEY (1780-1849): Behold how brightly breaks

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,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.

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
Senate, January, 1832.

Say to the seceded States, "Wayward sisters, depart in peace."

WINFIELD SCOTT (1786-1861): Letter to W. H. Seward,
March 3, 1861.

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

That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close

Is scattered on the ground

to die.

RICHARD HENRY WILDE (1789-1847): My Life is like the
Summer Rose.

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
As down he bears before the gale.

JAMES G. PERCIVAL (1795-1856): To Seneca Lake.

What fairy-like music steals over the sea,
Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?

MRS. C. B. WILSON (

Her very frowns are fairer far

-1846): What Fairy-like Music.

Than smiles of other maidens are.

HARTLEY COLERIDGE (1796-1849): She is not Fair

I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.

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,
March, 1858.

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
Sept. 5, 1863.

We are swinging round the circle.

ANDREW JOHNSON (1808-1875): On the Presidential Reconstruction
Tour, Aust, 1866.

We have been friends together

In sunshine and in shade.

CAROLINE E. S. NORTON (1808-1877): We have been
Friends.

All we ask is to be let alone.

JEFFERSON DAVIS (1808-1889): First Message to the
Confederate Congress, March, 1861.

"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-
Love.

Oh would I were a boy again,

-): Absence conquers

When life seemed formed of sunny years,
And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!

MARK LEMON (1809-1870): Oh would I were a Boy
again.

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,
Upstairs and douństairs, in his nicht-goun,
Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,

"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- −), · one of the deputation visiting Mr. Blaine, Oct. 29, 1884.

A life on the ocean wave!

A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!

EPES SARGENT (1813-1881): Life on the Ocean Wave

What are the wild waves saying,
Sister, the whole day long,
That ever amid our playing

I hear but their low, lone song?

JOSEPH E. CARPENTER (1813——): What are the wild
Waves saying?

Well, General, we have not had many dead cavalrymen lying about lately.

JOSEPH HOOKER (1813-1879): A remark to General Averill,
November, 1862.

Come in the evening, or come in the morning;

Come when you're looked for, or come without warning. THOMAS O. DAVIS (1814-1845): The Welcome

But whether on the scaffold high

Or in the battle's van,

The fittest place where man can die

Is where he dies for man!

MICHAEL J. BARRY (Circa 1815): The Dublin Nation,
Sept. 28, 1844, Vol. ii. p. 809.

Oh the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,
A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing!

JULIA PARDOE (1816-1862): The Captive Greek Girl.

Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die,
But leave us still our old nobility.

LORD JOHN MANNERS (1818- - −): England's Trust. Part iii.

Line 227.

Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
For the far-off, unattain'd, and dim,
While the beautiful all round thee lying
Offers up its low, perpetual hymn?

HARRIET W. SEWALL (1819-1889): Why thus longing!

Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;

Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!

THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH (1819-

-): Ben Bolt