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.

Remember Thee.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea.

Rich and Rare.

Rich and rare were the gems she wore.

JUVENILE POEMS.

Anacreontic.

Weep on; and as thy sorrows flow,
I'll taste the luxury of woe.

Come,

ye

Disconsolate.

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Preface to Corruption and Intolerance.

The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.

FELICIA HEMANS.

1793-1835.

The Hour of Death.

Leaves have their time to fall,

And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, And stars to set; - but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

LORD BYRON.

1788-1824.

The Giaour.

Line 90.

Such is the aspect of this shore;
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!

Line 1127.

She was a form of life and light,
That, seen, became a part of sight,
And rose where'er I turned mine eye,
The morning star of memory.
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire,
With angels shared, by Allah given,
To lift from earth our low desire.

Верро.

St. 34.

His heart was one of those which most enamor us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain.

Don Juan.

Canto i. Stanza 123.

'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home.

Canto iii. Stanza 3.

In her first passion, woman loves her lover:
In all the others, all she loves is love.*

Stanza 86.

The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung, -

Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

Canto iv. Stanza 110.

O"darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere says about the sky.

* “Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant; et dans les autres elles aiment l'amour."- LA ROCHEFOUCAULD, Maxim 494.