Fair City by the Sea! upraise His veil with reverent hands; And mingle with thy own the praise And pride of other lands. Let Greece his fiery lyric breathe And Scotland, with her holly, wreathe O, stately stand thy palace walls, Thy tall ships ride the seas; To-day thy poet's name recalls A prouder thought than these. Not less thy pulse of trade shall beat, Alive, he loved, like all who sing, The praise delayed so long. Too late, alas! - Of all who knew The living man, to-day Before his unveiled face, how few Make bare their locks of gray! Our lips of praise must soon be dumb, O, brothers of the days to come, New hands the wires of song may sweep, But let no moss of years o'ercreep JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. THE DUKE OF GLOSTER. I, that am rudely stamped and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; King Richard III., Acti. Sc. 1. --- SHAKESPEARE. FRAGMENTS. CHAUCER. As that renowmèd poet them compyled With warlike numbers and heroicke sound, Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. Faerie Queene, Book iv. Cant. ¡¡. SPENSER. THE EARL OF WARWICK. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick! Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings. King Henry VI., Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE. LORD BACON. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind! Essay on Man, Epistle IV. POPF What things have we seen EARL OF MARLBOROUGH. [Lord-President of the Council to King James I. Parliament was dissolved March 10, and he died March 14, 1628.] Till the sad breaking of that Parliament Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have Killed with report that old man eloquent. been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came And had resolved to live a fool the rest To the Lady Margaret Ley. MILTON. JOHN WICKliffe. As thou these ashes, little Brook! wilt bear Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, Of his dull life: then when there hath been Into the Avon, Avon to the tide thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past; wit that might warrant be An emblem yields to friends and enemies, Till that were cancelled; and when that was gone, By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. Far from the sun and summer gale, To him the mighty mother did unveil "This pencil take," she said, "whose colors clear Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy! Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears." Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh A little nearer Spenser, to make room 'The Avon to the Severn runs, The Severn to the sea; And Wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad, From Address before the "Sons of New Hampshire" (1849). For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. How shall I then begin, or where conclude, Ye men of wit and social eloquence ! AMOS COTTLE. BYRON. |