John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Thomas Holley Chivers. (1807–1858) (continued) |
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| In the music of the morns Blown through the Conchimarian horns, Down the dark vistas of the reboantic Norns, To the Genius of Eternity Crying, “Come to me! Come to me!” |
| The Poet’s Vacation. |
| 6462 |
| On the beryl-rimmed rebecs of Ruby Brought fresh from the hyaline streams, She played on the banks of the Yuba Such songs as she heard in her dreams. |
| Lily Adair. |
| 6463 |
| As an egg, when broken, never Can be mended, but must ever Be the same crushed egg for ever— So shall this dark heart of mine! |
| To Allegra Florence in Heaven. |
| 6464 |
| As the diamond is the crystalline Revelator of the achromatic white light of Heaven, so is a perfect poem the crystalline revelation of the Divine Idea. |
| Preface to Eonchs of Ruby. |
| James Henry Hammond. (1807–1864) |
| 6465 |
| The very mudsills of society…. We call them slaves…. But I will not characterize that class at the North with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere; it is eternal. |
| Speech in the U. S. Senate, March, 1858. |
| Charles Jefferys. (1807–1865) |
| 6466 |
| Come o’er the moonlit sea, The waves are brightly glowing. |
| The Moonlit Sea. |
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| The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o’er the sea. |
| The Rose of Allandale. |