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Evangeline. Part i. 3.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Evangeline. Part ii. 5.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.[616-1]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Into a world unknown,--the corner-stone of a nation![616-2]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame.[616-3]
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
The Herons of Elmwood.
He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.[616-4]
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Into a world unknown,—the corner-stone of a nation![616:2]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame.[616:3]
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they while their companions slept
Were toiling upward in the night.
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The surest pledge of a deathless name
Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
The Herons of Elmwood.
He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.[616:4]
The Dutch Picture.
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The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.
Morituri Salutamus.
With useless endeavour
Forever, forever,
Is Sisyphus rolling
His stone up the mountain!
The Masque of Pandora. Chorus of the Eumenides.
All things come round to him who will but wait.[617:1]
Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Student's Tale.
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.
The Golden Legend. iv.
Hospitality sitting with Gladness.
Translation from Frithiof's Saga.
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate,
Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours
Weeping upon his bed has sate,
He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Motto, Hyperion. Book i.[617:2]
Something the heart must have to cherish,
Must love and joy and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or perish
And in itself to ashes burn.
Hyperion. Book ii.
Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.
Hyperion. Book iv. Chap. viii.
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Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.[618:1]
Kavanagh.
There is no greater sorrow
Than to be mindful of the happy time
In misery.[618:2]
Inferno. Canto v. Line 121.
[612:1] See Philip Sidney, page 34.
[612:2] Things are not always what they seem.—Phædrus: Fables, book iv. Fable 2.
[612:3] See Chaucer, page 6.
Art is long, life is short.—Goethe: Wilhelm Meister, vii. 9.
[612:4] Our lives are but our marches to the grave.-Beaumont and Fletcher: The Humorous Lieutenant, act iii. sc. 5.
[612:5] See Byron, page 553.
[613:1] There is a Reaper whose name is death.—Arnim and Brentano: Erntelied. (From "Des Knaben Wunderhorn," ed. 1857, vol. i. p. 59.)
[613:2] Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. lxxiv.
[614:1]
The light of Heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Pope: The Iliad, book xvii. line 730.
[614:2] See Byron, page 553.
[616:1] See Stoughton, page 266.
[616:2] Plymouth rock.
[616:3]
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
Tennyson: In Memoriam, i.
[616:4] Sir Francis Drake entered the harbour of Cadiz, April 19, 1587, and destroyed shipping to the amount of ten thousand tons lading. To use his own expressive phrase, he had "singed the Spanish king's beard."—Knight: Pictorial History of England, vol. iii. p. 215.
[617:1] See Emerson, page 601.
[617:2]
Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass,
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nächte
Auf seinem Bette weinend sass,
Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Mächte.
Goethe: Wilhelm Meister, book ii. chap. xiii.
[618:1] Quoted from Cotton's "To-morrow." See Genesis xxx. 3.
[618:2] See Chaucer, page 5.
In omni adversitate fortunæ, infelicissimum genus est infortunii fuisse felicem (In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune).—Boethius: De Consolatione Philosophiæ, liber ii.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
Tennyson: Locksley Hall, line 75.
JOHN G. WHITTIER. 1807- ——.So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
Which once he wore;
The glory from his gray hairs gone
For evermore!
Ichabod!
Making their lives a prayer.
To A. K. On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosses.
And step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man.
The Chapel of the Hermits.
For still the new transcends the old
In signs and tokens manifold;
Slaves rise up men; the olive waves,
With roots deep set in battle graves!
The Chapel of the Hermits.
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,
So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;
Blot out the epic's stately rhyme,
But spare his "Highland Mary!"
Lines on Burns.
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For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
Maud Muller.
Low stir of leaves and dip of oars
And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
Snow Bound.
The hope of all who suffer,
The dread of all who wrong.
The Mantle of St. John de Matha.
I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
The Eternal Goodness.
SALMON P. CHASE. 1808-1873.The Constitution, in all its provisions, looks to an indestructible Union composed of indestructible States.
Decision in Texas v. White, 7 Wallace, 725.
No more slave States; no slave Territories.
Platform of the Free Soil National Convention, 1848.
The way to resumption is to resume.
Letter to Horace Greeley, March 17, 1866.
SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH. 1808- ——.My country, 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain-side
Let freedom ring.
National Hymn.
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Our fathers' God, to thee;
Author of liberty,
To thee I sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!
National Hymn.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 1809-1861.There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime
With tears and laughter for all time!
A Vision of Poets.
And Chaucer, with his infantine
Familiar clasp of things divine.
A Vision of Poets.
And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben,
Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when
The world was worthy of such men.
A Vision of Poets.
Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And life is perfected by death.
A Vision of Poets. Conclusion.
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.
Toll slowly.
And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness,
Round our restlessness His rest.
Rhyme of the Duchess.
Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle
Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
Lady Geraldine's Courtship. xli.
But since he had
The genius to be loved, why let him have
The justice to be honoured in his grave.
Crowned and buried. xxvii.
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Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.
To George Sand. A Desire.
By thunders of white silence.
Hiram Power's Greek Slave.
And that dismal cry rose slowly
And sank slowly through the air,
Full of spirit's melancholy
And eternity's despair;
And they heard the words it said,—
"Pan is dead! great Pan is dead!
Pan, Pan is dead!"[621:1]
The Dead Pan.
Death forerunneth Love to win
"Sweetest eyes were ever seen."
Catarina to Camoens. ix.
She has seen the mystery hid
Under Egypt's pyramid:
By those eyelids pale and close
Now she knows what Rhamses knows.
Little Mattie. Stanza ii.
But so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware.
Bianca among the Nightingales. xii.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,
And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,
A gauntlet with a gift in 't.
Aurora Leigh. Book ii.
The growing drama has outgrown such toys
Of simulated stature, face, and speech:
It also peradventure may outgrow
The simulation of the painted scene,
Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume,
And take for a worthier stage the soul itself,
Its shifting fancies and celestial lights,
With all its grand orchestral silences
To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.
Aurora Leigh. Book v.
[621:1] Thamus . . . uttered with a loud voice his message, "The great Pan is dead."—Plutarch: Why the Oracles cease to give Answers.
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 1809-1865.I believe this government cannot endure permanently half slave and half free.
Speech, June 16, 1858.
Let us have faith that right makes might; and in that faith let us dare to do our duty as we understand it.
Address, New York City, Feb. 21, 1859.
In giving freedom to the slave we assure freedom to the free,—honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve.
Second Annual Message to Congress, Dec. 1, 1862.
That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.[622:1]
Speech at Gettysburg, Nov. 19, 1863.
With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right.[622:2]
Second Inaugural Address, March 4, 1865.
[622:1] See Daniel Webster, page 532.
[622:2] See J. Q. Adams, page 458.
CHARLES DARWIN. 1809-1882.I have called this principle, by which each slight variation, if useful, is preserved, by the term Natural Selection.
The Origin of Species. Chap. iii.
We will now discuss in a little more detail the Struggle for Existence.[622:3]
The Origin of Species. Chap. iii.
The expression often used by Mr. Herbert Spencer of the Survival of the Fittest is more accurate, and is sometimes equally convenient.[622:4]
The Origin of Species. Chap. iii.
[622:3] The perpetual struggle for room and food.—Malthus: On Population. chap. iii. p. 48 (1798).
[622:4] This survival of the fittest which I have here sought to express in mechanical terms, is that which Mr. Darwin has called "natural selection, or the preservation of favoured races in the struggle for life."—Herbert Spencer: Principles of Biology. Indirect Equilibration.
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ALFRED TENNYSON. 1809- ——.(From the edition of 1884.)
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