COOK.-CRANCH.-LOWELL. 563 ELIZA COOK. 1817 I love it, I love it, and who shall dare The Old Arm-Chair. How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, Old Dobbin. CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCHI. 1813 Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach Stanzas. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. "T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking. The Vision of Sir Launfal. And what is so rare as a day in June? This child is not mine as the first was, I cannot lift it up fatherly Ibid. Yet it lies in my little one's cradle, And the light of the heaven she 's gone to Transfigures its golden hair. The Changeling. Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Be noble and the nobleness that lies To the Dandelion. Great Truths are portions of the soul of man ; To win the secret of a weed's plain heart. Two meanings have our lightest fantasies, Sonnet iv. Sonnet vi. Sonnet xxv. Sonnet xxxiv. Ed. 1844. Earth's noblest thing, a Woman perfected. Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. The Present Crisis. Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne. Ibid. Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified. The Present Crisis. Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men. The Capture. Ez fer war, I call it murder, There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. The Biglow Papers. No.i. An' you've gut to git up airly Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Ibid. Ibid. This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur. Ibid. No. ii. We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage. But John P. Ibid. No. iii. Sez they did n't know everythin' down in Judee. Of my merit On thet point you yourself may jedge; All is, I never drink no sperit, Ibid. Nor I haint never signed no pledge. Ibid. No. vii. Under the yaller pines I house, When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented, An' hear among their furry boughs The baskin' west-wind purr contented. The Biglow Papers. No. x. Second Series. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown "T was kin' o' kingdom-come to look Ibid. The Courtin'. Ibid. HARRIET W. SEWALL. 1819 Why thus longing, thus forever sighing, Why thus longing? DINAH M. MULOCK. 1826 Two hands upon the breast, And labour 's done : Two pale feet crossed in rest, The race is won. Now and Afterwards. 1 Two hands upon the breast, and labour is past. Russian Proverb. KINGSLEY.-ENGLISH.-WELBY.-RANSFORD. 567 CHARLES KINGSLEY. O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, 1819-1875. And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee! The Sands o' Dee. THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH. 1819. Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown, Ben Bolt. AMELIA B. WELBY. 1821-1852. For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace, And held it trembling there. Musings. Stanza 4. EDWIN RANSFORD. In the days when we went gypsying The lads and lassies in their best In the days when we went gypsying. |