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THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY. 1797-1839.
I'd be a Butterfly; living a rover,
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Oh! no! we never mention her.
She wore a wreath. Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Long, long ago.
The rose that all are praising
The rose that all are praising. O pilot! 't is a fearful night, There's danger on the deep. Absence makes the heart grow fonder; Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
Isle of Beauty.
Gayly the Troubadour
Touched his guitar.
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
Burial of the Dead.
BRYAN W. PROCTER.
The sea! the sea! the open sea!
I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
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
The fittest place where man can die
From The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844
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.
EDWARD BULWER LYTTON.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great
Take away the sword; States can be saved without it; bring the pen ! Ibid.
Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. 2.
In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
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,
But never, never can forget
The love of life's young day.
And we, with Nature's heart in tune,
THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845.
We watched her breathing through the night,
As in her breast the wave of life
Our very hopes belied our fears,
One more Unfortunate
Take her up tenderly,
The Bridge of Sighs.
Alas for the rarity
Even God's providence
Boughs are daily rifled