The air is full of farewells to the dying,

And mournings for the dead.

The Golden Legend.

Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

A Metrical Essay.
The freeman casting with unpurchased hand
The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!

Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see

That banner in the sky.

Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set
every

threadbare sail,
And give her to the God of storms,

The lightning and the gale.

Urania. Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure, He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!

And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,
Do n't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.

The Music- Grinders.

You think they are crusaders, sent

From some infernal clime,
To pluck the eyes of Sentiment,

And dock the tail of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody,

And break the legs of Time.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

The Vision of Sir Launfal.
And what is so rare as a day in June?

Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,

And over it softly her warm ear lays.

The Changeling.
This child is not mine as the first was,

I cannot sing it to rest,
I cannot lift it up fatherly

And bless it upon my breast ;
Yet it lies in my little one's cradle

And sits in my little one's chair,
And the light of the heaven she's gone to

Transfigures its golden hair.

a

F. S. KEY.

The Star-spangled Banner.
The star-spangled banner, O long may it wave

Loincha O'er the land of the free and the home of the braye bought a load of

! To build his shininey higher. To heat the cussed factory girls

from pissing on the fire ALBERT G. GREENE.

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Old Grimes.
Old Grimes is dead ; that good old man,

We ne'er shall see him more:
He used to wear a long black coat,

All buttoned down before.

JOHN LOUIS UHLAND.
The Passage. Translated by Mrs. Sarah Austin.
Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee;
Take, - I give it willingly;
For, invisible to thee,
Spirits twain bave crossed with me.

CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH.

Stanzas.
Thought is deeper than all speech;

Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach

What unto themselves was taught.

EATON STANNARD BARRETT.

Woman.
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.

MISS FANNY STEERS.

Song.
The last link is broken

That bound me to thee,
And the words thou hast spoken

Have rendered me free.

DAVID MALLET.

1700-1765.

Tyburn.
While tumbling down the turbid stream,
Lord love us, how we apples swim.

JOHN PHILIPS.

1676-1708. Splendid Shilling. Line 121. . My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury and encroaching frosts, By time subdued, (what will not time subdue !) A horrid chasm disclosed.

THOMAS A KEMPIS.

1380–1471.

Imitation of Christ. Book i. Chapter 19. Man proposes, but God disposes.*

Book i. Chapter 23. And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.

Book iii. Chapter 12.
Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.

FRANCIS RABELAIS.

1483-1553.

Translated by Urquhart and Motteux.

Book i. Chapter 1. Note 2. To return to our muttons

Book i. Chapter 5. To drink no more than a sponge.

Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.

* This expression is of much greater antiquity; it appears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, from 1066 to 1176, page 27, Lower's Translation, and also in Piers' Ploughman's Vision, line 13994.