Remember Thee.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea.

Rich and Rare.

Rich and rare were the gems she wore.

JUVENILE POEMS.

Anacreontic.

Weep on; and as thy sorrows flow,

I'll taste the luxury of woe.

Come, ye Disconsolate.

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Preface to Corruption and Intolerance.

The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.

FELICIA HEMANS.

1793-1835.

The Hour of Death.

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath,

And stars to set; - but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

LORD BYRON.

1788-1824.

The Giaour.

Line 90.

Such is the aspect of this shore;

'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!

Line 1127.

She was a form of life and light,
That, seen, became a part of sight,
And rose where'er I turned mine eye,
The morning star of memory.
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire,
With angels shared, by Allah given,
To lift from earth our low desire.

Верро.

St. 34.

His heart was one of those which most enamor us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain.

Don Juan.

Canto i. Stanza 123.

'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home.

Canto iii. Stanza 3.

In her first passion, woman loves her lover:
In all the others, all she loves is love.*

Stanza 86.

The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung, -

Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

Canto iv. Stanza 110.

O "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"

As some one somewhere says about the sky.

* "Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant; et dans les autres elles aiment l'amour." - LA ROCHEFOUCAULD, Maxim 494.

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!

Julian and Maddalo.

Most wretched men

Are cradled into poetry by wrong;

They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

* "Nessun maggior dolore

Che ricordarsi del tempo felice

Nella miseria: e ciò sa 'l tuo dottore."

DANTE, Inferno, V. 121.

"In omni adversitate fortunæ, infelicissimum genus infortunii est fuisse felicem." BOETHIUS, Commento di Ventura.

LYTTON. - HALLECK. - LOWELL.

EDWARD BULWER LYTTON.

Richelieu. Act iii. Sc. 1.

There's no such word as fail.

FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.

Connecticut.

They love their land, because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why;
Would shake hands with a king upon his throne,
And think it kindness to his majesty.

365

JAMES R. LOWELL.

Sonnet xxv.

To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.

Irenè.

Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected.

The Present Crisis.

Truth for ever on the scaffold, Wrong for ever on the

throne.

The Capture.

Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.