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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._
The Survival of the Fittest.
HERBERT SPENCER (1820- ----): _Principles of Biology, Vol. i. Chap. xii._ (American edition, 1867.)
Who fears to speak of Ninety-eight? Who blushes at the name? When cowards mock the patriot's fate, Who hangs his head for shame?
JOHN K. INGRAM (1820- ----): _The Dublin Nation, April 1, 1843, Vol. ii. p. 339._
On Fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
THEODORE O'HARA (1820-1867): _The Bivouac of the Dead._ (August, 1847.)
Hold the fort! I am coming!
WILLIAM T. SHERMAN (1820-1891),--signalled to General Corse in Allatoona from the top of Kenesaw, Oct. 5, 1864.
For every wave with dimpled face That leap'd upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace And held it trembling there.
AMELIA B. WELBY (1821-1852): _Musings. Stanza 4._
To look up and not down, To look forward and not back, To look out and not in, and To lend a hand.
EDWARD EVERETT HALE (1822- ----): _Rule of the "Harry Wadsworth Club"_ (from "Ten Times One is Ten," 1870).
Listen! John A. Logan is the Head Centre, the Hub, the King Pin, the Main Spring, Mogul, and Mugwump of the final plot by which
## partisanship was installed in the Commission.
ISAAC H. BROMLEY (1833- ----): _Editorial in the "New York Tribune," Feb. 16, 1877._
A mugwump is a person educated beyond his intellect.
HORACE PORTER (1837- ----), --a _bon-mot_ in the Cleveland-Blaine campaign of 1884.
I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden.
RICHARD RUMBOLD, _on the scaffold, 1685. History of England (Macaulay), Chap. v._
The last link is broken That bound me to thee, And the words thou hast spoken Have render'd me free.
FANNY STEERS: _Song._
Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
G. W. BELLAMY: _Simon the Cellarer._
Babylon in all its desolation is a sight not so awful as that of the human mind in ruins.[682-1]
SCROPE DAVIES: _Letter to Thomas Raikes, May 25, 1835._
She 's all my fancy painted her; She 's lovely, she 's divine.
WILLIAM MEE: _Alice Gray._
Stately and tall he moves in the hall, The chief of a thousand for grace.
KATE FRANKLIN: _Life at Olympus, Lady's Book, Vol. xxiii. p. 33._
When the sun's last rays are fading Into twilight soft and dim.
THEODORE L. BARKER: _Thou wilt think of me again._
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee And cherish'd thine image for years; Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, In secret, in silence, and tears.
MRS. (DAVID) PORTER: _Thou hast wounded the Spirit._
Rattle his bones over the stones! He 's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!
THOMAS NOEL: _The Pauper's Ride._
In the days when we went gypsying A long time ago; The lads and lassies in their best Were dress'd from top to toe.
EDWIN RANSFORD: _In the Days when we went Gypsying._
Speak gently! 't is a little thing Dropp'd in the heart's deep well; The good, the joy, that it may bring Eternity shall tell.
G. W. LANGFORD: _Speak gently._
Hope tells a flattering tale,[683-1] Delusive, vain, and hollow. Ah! let not hope prevail, Lest disappointment follow.
MISS ---- WROTHER: _The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 86._
Nose, nose, nose, nose! And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves, And that gave me my jolly red nose.
RAVENSCROFT: _Deuteromela, Song No. 7._[683-2] (1609.)
The mother said to her daughter, "Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter's daughter hath a daughter."
GEORGE HAKEWILL: _Apologie.