"With this same key

1

Shakespeare unlocked his heart once more!
Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.2

CHARLES DICKENS. 1812-1870.

-House. x.

Cenciaja.

Nicholas Nickleby. Chap. xxxiv.
Chap. lxiv.

A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!

My life is one demd horrid grind.

Pickwick Papers. Chap. i.

In a Pickwickian sense.

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,

That creepeth o'er ruins old!

Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,

In his cell so lone and cold.

Creeping where no life is seen,

A rare old plant is the ivy green.

Chap. vi.

He's tough, ma'am,-tough is J. B.; tough and devil

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, all very good words for the lips,

especially prunes and prism. Little Dorrit. Book ii. Chap. v.

Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving HOW NOT to do it.

Chap.

In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.

1 See Wordsworth, page 485.

Christmas Carol. Stave 2.

2 See Herbert, page 206.

FABER.

CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH. 1813-

Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach

What unto themselves was taught.

We are spirits clad in veils;

Man by man was never seen;
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.

Stanzus.

Ibid.

F. W. FABER. 1814-1863.

For right is right, since God is God,1
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin.

The Right must win.

Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,

The protest of the weak against the strong.

The Sorrowful World.

CHARLES MACKAY.

Cleon hath a million acres,

1814-

- ne'er a one have I;

Cleon dwelleth in a palace, in a cottage I.

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But the sunshine aye shall light the sky,
As round and round we run;

And the truth shall ever come uppermost,

And justice shall be done.

Cleon and I.

Eternal Justice. Stanza 4.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen;
Aid it, hopes of honest men!

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
There's a good time coming, boys!
A good time coming.

1 See Crabbe, page 444.

Clear the Way.

foam,

Some love to roam.

The Good Time coming

ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER. 1816-1841.

I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;
I woke, and found that life was Duty.
Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly;
And thou shalt find thy dream to be
A truth and noonday light to thee.

Life a Duty.

PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. 1816-.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end
Beginning, mean, and end to all things, God.

Festus. Scene, A Country Town.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,
And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
Scene, Another and a Better World.

America! half-brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.

Scene, The Surface.

ELIZA COOK. 1817

I love it, I love it, and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?

The Old Arm-Chair.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When memory plays an old tune on the heart!

Old Dobbin.

NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. 1817-1867.

At present there is no distinction among the upper thousand of the city.1 Necessity for a Promenade Drive.

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For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart,

And makes his pulses fly,

To catch the thrill of a happy voice

And the light of a pleasant eye.

It is the month of June,

Saturday Afternoon.

The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes,

And pleasant scents the noses.

The Month of June.

Let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him!
Not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears!
Not for him who has died full of honor and years!
Not for him who ascended Fame's ladder so high
From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.
The Death of Harrison.

WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING. 1817-

I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me;
If my bark sinks, 't is to another sea.

A Poet's Hope.

I sing New England, as she lights her fire
In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright
Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night,
She still is there, the guardian on the tower,
To open for the world a purer hour.

Most joyful let the Poet be;

It is through him that all men see.

New England.

The Poet of the Old and New Times

1 See Haliburton, page 580.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 1819-1891.

Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected.

Irené.

Be noble and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping but never dead,
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.

Sonnet iv.

Great truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of eternity.

To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.

Sonnet vi.

Sonnet xxv.

Two meanings have our lightest fantasies, -
One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.

Sonnet xxxiv. (Ed. 1844.)

All thoughts that mould the age begin
Deep down within the primitive soul.

It may be glorious to write.

An Incident in a Railroad Car.

Thoughts that shall glad the two or three

High souls, like those far stars that come in sight
Once in a century.

No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him. There is always work,
And tools to work withal, for those who will;
And blessed are the horny hands of toil.

Ibid.

One day with life and heart

Is more than time enough to find a world.

Columbus.

Ibid.