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DOMETT. —BROWNING. 557

ALFRED DOMETT. 1811-

It was the calm and silent night!

Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might,

And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars,

Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars

Held undisturbed their ancient reign
In the solemn midnight,

Centuries ago. Christmas Hymn.

ROBERT BROWNING. 1812-

Are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, One — when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge? One — when, a prince, he rises with his pearl? FestUS, I plunge. Paracelsus, ii.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts!

Ibid. iii.

Other heights in other lives, God willing.

One Word More.

ELIZABETH BROWNING. 1809-1861.

Death forerunneth Love to win

"Sweetest eyes were ever seen."' Catarina to Camoens.

1 From Camoens.

558 DICKENS. — BARKER.

CHARLES DICKENS. 1812-1870. A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!

yichoiat Nickleby. Ch. xxxiv.

My life is one demd horrid grind. Ch. Uiv.

In a Pickwickian sense. Pickwick Papers. Ch.l

0, 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. Ch. vi.

He 's tough, ma'am, tough is J. B. Tough and devilish sly. Dombey and Son. Ch. vii.

When found, make a note of. Ch. xv.

The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it. Ch. xxiii.

Barkis is willin'. 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 Darrit. Ch. x. In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.

Christmas Carol. State Two.

THEODORE L. BARKER.

When the sun's last rays are fading

Into twilight soft and dim. Thou wilt think o/mt 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; Come when you 're looked for, or come without warning. The Welcome.

CHARLES MACKAY. 1814-

Cleon hath a million acres, ne'er a one have I;
Cleon dwelleth in a palace, in a cottage I. Cleon and J.

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 lore to roam.

There 's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming. The Good Time Coming.

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might

In the days when earth was young. Tubal Cain.

560 SARGENT. —FABER. —HOOPER.

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.

A home on the rolling sea!

A life on the ocean wave! ibid.

F. W. FABER. 1814-1863.

For right is right, since God is God,

And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin. The Right mutt win.

Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,
The protest of the weak against the strong.

The Sorrotcful World.

ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER. 1816-1841.

I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;

I woke, and found that life was Duty.

Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?

Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly;

And thou shalt find thy dream to be

A truth and noonday light to thee. Life a Duty. CARPENTER. — PARDOE.— BAILEY. 561

JOSEPH E. CARPENTER. 1813 —

What are the wild waves saying,

Sister, the whole day long, That ever amid our playing

I hear but their low, lone song?

What are the tcild watts laying I

MISS JULIA PARDOE. 1816-1862.

O, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,
A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing!

The Captive Greek Girl.

PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. 1816

We live in deeds, not years ; * in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heartthrobs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Life 's but a means unto an end, that end
Beginning, mean, and end to all things, — God.

Fettui. Scene, A Country Totcn.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,
And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

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.

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