CHARLES DICKENS. 1812-1870. A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body! My life is one demd horrid grind. Nicholas Nickleby. Ch. xxxiv. Ch. lxiv. Pickwick Papers. Ch. i. In a Pickwickian sense. O, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Cho vi. He's tough, ma'am, tough is J. B. Tough and devilish sly. When found, make a note of. Dombey and Son. Ch. vii. Ch. xv. The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it. Barkis is willin'. Ch. xxiii. David Copperfield. Ch. v. Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving HOW NOT TO DO IT. Little Dorrit. Ch. x. In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. Christmas Carol. Stave Two. THEODORE L. BARKER. When the sun's last rays are fading Into twilight soft and dim. Thou wilt think of me again. BARRY.-DAVIS.-MACKAY. 559 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. THOMAS O. DAVIS. 1814-1845. Come in the evening, or come in the morning; ing. The Welcome. CHARLES MACKAY. 1814 – Cleon hath a million acres, ne'er a one have I; But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done. Eternal Justice. Stanza 4. Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free. Some love to roam. There's a good time coming, boys, The Good Time Coming. A good time coming. Tubal Cain. EPES SARGENT. 1813-1881. A life on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep! Life on the Ocean Wave. I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty. Life a Duty. O, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing, The Captive Greek Girl. PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. 1816 We live in deeds, not years;1 in thoughts, not breaths; We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Festus. Scene, A Country Town. Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, Scene, Another and a Better World. 1 A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line, — by deeds, not years. - Sheridan, Pizarro, Act iv. Sc. 1. NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. 1817-1867. At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.1 Necessity for a Promenade Drive. For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye. It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses. Saturday Afternoon. The Month of June. Let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him! Not for him, who, departing, leaves millions in tears! Not for him, who has died full of honor and years! Not for him, who ascended Fame's ladder so high From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky. The Death of Harrison. A. HI. LAYARD. I have always believed that success would be the inevitable result if the two services, the army and the navy, had fair play, and if we sent the right man to fill the right place. Speech, Jan. 15, 1855. Hansard, Parliamentary Debates, 1 Compare Haliburton. Page 511. |