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F. S. KEY.
The Star-spangled Banner. The star-spangled banner, O long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
ALBERT G. GREENE.
We ne'er shall see him more:
All buttoned down before.
JOHN LOUIS UHLAND. The Passage. Translated by Mrs. Sarah Austin. Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee; Take, - I give it willingly; For, invisible to thee, Spirits twain have crossed with me.
CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH.
Feeling deeper than all thought;
What unto themselves was taught.
EATON STANNARD BARRETT.
MISS FANNY STEERS.
That bound me to thee,
Have rendered me free.
1676-1708. Splendid Shilling. Line 121. My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury and encroaching frosts, By time subdued, (what will not time subdue !) A horrid chasm disclosed.
THOMAS A KEMPIS.
Imitation of Christ. Book i. Chapter 19. Man proposes, but God disposes.*
Book i. Chapter 23. And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.
Book iïi. Chapter 12.
Translated by Urquhart and Motteux.
Book i. Chapter 1. Note 2. To return to our muttons
Book i. Chapter 5. To drink no more than a sponge.
Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.
* This expression is of much greater antiquity; it appears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, from 1066 to 1176, page 27, Lower's Translation, and also in Piers' Ploughman's Vision,
Book i. Chapter 11. He looked a gift horse in the mouth.
By robbing Peter he paid Paul, . . . . . and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.
He did make of necessity virtue.
Book iv. Chapter 23.
Book iv. Chapter 24.
MIGUEL DE CERVANTES.
Part i. Book iv. Ch. 20.
Part i. Book iv. Ch. 23. I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented ; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desiredi, there is an end of it.
Part ii. Book i. Ch. 4. Every one is as God made him, and oftentimes a great deal worse
Part ii. Book iy. Ch. 16. Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human thoughts.
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
The Defence of Poesy. He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner.
I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglass, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.
Arcadia. Book i. There is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil.
They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. 4. For words are wise men's counters, they do but by them; but they are the money of fools.