THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY. 1797-1839.

I'd be a Butterfly; living a rover,

Dying when fair things are fading away.

I'd be a Butterfly.

Oh! no! we never mention her,

Her name is never heard;

My lips are now forbid to speak

That once familiar word.

Oh! no! we never mention her.

We met 't was in a crowd.

We met.

Why don't the men propose, mamma,
Why don't the men propose?

Why don't the men propose?

She wore a wreath of roses,

The night that first we met.

She wore a wreath.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,

Long, long ago, long, long ago.

The rose that all are praising

Is not the rose for me.

Long, long ago.

The rose that all are praising.

O pilot! 't is a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.

The Pilot.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder;

Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!

Gayly the Troubadour

Touched his guitar.

Isle of Beauty.

Welcome me home.

JOHN KEBLE. 1796-1821.

Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,
Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.
The Christian Year. Twenty-fourth Sunday
after Trinity.

'T is sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.

Burial of the Dead.

Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die. Evening.

With the blue above and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'er I go.

Ibid.

I never was on the dull, tame shore,

But I loved the great sea more and more.

LORD BROUGHAM.

Let the soldier be abroad if he will, he can do nothing in this age. There is another personage, a personage less imposing in the eyes of some, perhaps insignificant. The schoolmaster is abroad, and I trust to him, armed with his primer, against the soldier in full military array. Speech, January 29, 1828.

In my mind, he was guilty of no error, he was chargeable with no exaggeration, he was betrayed by his fancy into no metaphor, who once said, that all we see about us, Kings, Lords, and Commons, the whole machinery of the state, all the apparatus of the system, and its varied workings, end in simply bringing twelve good men into a box.

Present State of the Law, Feb. 7, 1828. Pursuit of knowledge under difficulties.1

MICHAEL J. BARRY.

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!

From The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844
Vol. ii. p. 809.

1 The title given by Lord Brougham to a book published in 1830, under the superintendence of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge.

Beneath the rule of men entirely great

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Take away the sword;

States can be saved without it; bring the pen !

Ibid.

In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there is no such word
As-fail.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.

So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;

Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known,

Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word -- ALONE! The New Timon. Part ii. 7.

WILLIAM MOTHERWELL. 1797-1835.

I've wandered east, I 've wandered west,
Through many a weary way;

But never, never can forget

The love of life's young day.

Jeannie Morison.

And we, with Nature's heart in tune,

Concerted harmonies.

Ibid.

THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845.

We watched her breathing through the night,

Her breathing soft and low,

As in her breast the wave of life

Kept heaving to and fro.

Our very hopes belied our fears,

Our fears our hopes belied;

The Death-Bed.

We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.

One more Unfortunate

Weary of breath,

Rashly importunate,

Gone to her death.

Ibid.