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542 HOFFMAN. —THOMAS. —KEMBLE.
CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN. 1806-1850.
Sparkling and bright in liquid light
Does the wine our goblets gleam in; With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in.
Sparkling and Bright.
FREDERICK W. THOMAS. 1808 —
'T is said that absence conquers love;
But oh! believe it not.
But thou art not forgot. Absence conquers Lore.
FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE. 1811 —
A sacred burden is this life ye bear:
Lines addressed to the Young Gentlemen leaving the Lenox
Better trust all, and be deceived,
And weep that trust and that deceiving,
Than doubt one heart, that, if believed,
Had blessed one's life with true believing. Faith. LINCOLN. — PARKER.—NOEL. 543
ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 1809-1865.
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.1
Speech at Gettysburg, Nos. 19, 1863.
With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right.
Second Inaugural Addrttt.
THEODORE PARKER. 1810-1860.
There is what I call the American idea This
idea demands, as the proximate organization thereof, a democracy, that is, a government of all the people, by all the people, for all the people; of course, a government of the principles of eternal justice, the unchanging law of God: for shortness' sake I will call it the idea of Freedom.1
Speech at the New England Antislavery Convention,
Rattle his bones over the stones!
He 's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!
The Pauper's Ride.
1 The people's government, made for the people, made by the people, and answerable to the people. — Daniel Webster, Speech, Jan. 2G, 1830.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 1809 .
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
That banner in the sky. Old Iroiuidei.
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
The lightning and the gale! Ibid.
Like Sentinel and Nun, they keep
Their vigil on the green. The Cambridge Churchyard.
The mossy marbles rest
In their bloom;
On the tomb. The Last Leaf.
I know it is a sin
At him here;
Are so queer! Ibid.
Thou say'st an undisputed thing
In such a solemn way. To an Iniect.
The freeman casting with unpurchased hand
Poetry, a Metrical Essay. Their discords sting through Burns and Moore,
Like hedgehogs dressed in lace. The Music-Grinders.
You think they are crusaders, sent
From some infernal clime,
And dock the tail of Rhyme,
And break the legs of Time. ibid.
And, since, I never dare to write
As funny as I can. The Height of the Ridiculous.
When the last reader reads no more. The Last Reader.
Thine eye was on the center,
And not the hand that bore it. Lines by a Clerk.
Where go the poet's lines?
Answer, ye evening tapers!
Speak from your folded papers! . The Poet's Lot.
Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure.
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! Urania.
And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,
Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs. Ibid.
You hear that boy laughing ? — you think he 's all fun;
Boston State-house is the hub of the Solar System.
You could n't pry that out of a Boston man if you had
the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar.
The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, p. 143.
SAMUEL F. SMITH. 1808 .
My country, 't is of thee,
Of thee I sing:
Let freedom ring. National IJymn.
MARK LEMON. 1809-1870.
O, would I were a boy again,
When life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!
0, would I were a boy again.
JAMES ALDRICH. 1810-1856.
Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close,
In statue-like repose. A Death-Bed.
But when the sun, in all his state,
Illumed the eastern skies,
And walked in Paradise. mu.