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Reginald Heber. (1783–1826) (continued)

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    From Greenland’s icy mountains,
  From India’s coral strand,
Where Afric’s sunny fountains
  Roll down their golden sand.

Missionary Hymn.

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Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.

Missionary Hymn.

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I see them on their winding way,
About their ranks the moonbeams play.

Lines written to a March.

Washington Irving. (1783–1859)

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Free-livers on a small scale, who are prodigal within the compass of a guinea.

The Stout Gentleman.

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The almighty dollar, 1 that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages.

The Creole Village.

Leigh Hunt. (1784–1859)

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Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.

Abou Ben Adhem.

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Write me as one who loves his fellow-men.

Abou Ben Adhem.

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And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.

Abou Ben Adhem.

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Oh for a seat in some poetic nook,
Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!

Politics and Poetics.

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With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks
To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.

The Story of Rimini.

Note 1.
See Jonson, Quotation 15. [back]