ROBERT SOUTHEY.

1774-1843.

The Curse of Kehama.

Canto XV.

Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But 't is the happy that have called thee so.

From the Original Preface to the Vision of Judgment. The Satanic school.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

1771

The Wanderer of Switzerland.

Part v.

When the good man yields his breath

(For the good man never dies).*

truth of his doctrine, with the fruit and success thereof, they could not burn." Book of Martyrs.

"The Avon to the Severn runs,

The Severn to the sea;

And Wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad,

Wide as the waters be."- Anonymous.

"A good man never dies." - CALLIMACHUS, Epigram x.

The Common Lot.

Once, in the flight of ages past,

There lived a man.

Friends.

Friend after friend departs,

Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end.

THOMAS CAMPBELL.

1777-1844

Pleasures of Hope.

Part i. Line 472.

And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.

O'Conner's Child.

iv.

The hunter and the deer a shade.

Hallowed Ground.

To live in hearts we leave behind,

Is not to die.

Gertrude.

Part i. St. 23.

A stoic of the woods, a man without a tear.

Part iii. St. 5.

The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below.

To the Rainbow.

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky,
When storms prepare to part;

I ask not proud Philosophy

To teach me what thou art.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is Mac

Gregor.

JOSEPH STORY.

1779-1845.

Motto of the Salem Register.*

Here shall the Press the People's right maintain,
Unawed by influence and unbribed by gain;
Here patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw,
Pledged to Religion, Liberty, and Law.

THOMAS MOORE.

1780-1852.

LALLA ROOKH.

The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.

This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities!

Like the stained web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

Paradise and the Peri.

But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

*Life of Story, Vol. I. p. 127.

The Light of the Harem.

Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.

The Fire-Worshippers.

Beholding heaven and feeling hell.

IRISH MELODIES.

The time I've Lost in Wooing.

The light that lies

In woman's eyes.

Believe me, if all those endearing.

As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.

'Tis the Last Rose of Summer.

'Tis the last rose of summer,

Left blooming alone.

Come o'er the Sea.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us,
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

Come, rest in this Bosom.

I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart,
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.