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THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845.


We watched her breathing through the night,

Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life

Kept heaving to and fro.

The Death-Bed.

Our very hopes belied our fears,

Our fears our hopes belied ;
We thought her dying when she slept,

And sleeping when she died.


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And the book of Nature
Getteth short of leaves.

The Seasons.

When he is forsaken,

Withered and shaken,
What can an old man do but die ?


It is not linen you 're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives. *

Song of the Shirt.
My tears must stop, for every drop,
Hinders needle and thread.


And there is ev'n a happiness
That makes the heart afraid. Ode to Melancholy.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in Melancholy.


I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high ;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 't is little joy
To know I'm further off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.

I Remember, I Remember.
Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.

Miss Kilmansegg

* It's no fish ye're buying, it's men's lives.

Scott. The Antiquary. Chap. xi.

Gold ! Gold! Gold! Gold !
Bright and yellow, hard and cold.

Her Moral.

Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old
To the very verge of the churchyard mould.


How widely its agencies vary-
'To save-to ruin—to curse to bless-
As even its minted coins express,
Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess,
And now of a Bloody Mary.



Oh ! would I were dead now,
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now

And have a good cry! A Table of Errata.



'HE sea ! the sea ! the open sea !

The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

The Sea.

I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.



SAMUEL ROGERS. 1763-1855.


GUARDIAN-ANGEL o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

Human Life.

The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell ;
And feeling hearts-touch them but lightly-pour
A thousand melodies unheard before ! Human Life.

Then, never less alone than when alone.*

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves, - not dead, but gone before, --He gathers round him.


Mine be a cot beside the hill;

A beehive’s hum shall soothe my ear ;
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,

With many a fall, shall linger near.

A Wish.

That very law which moulds a tear
And bids it trickle from its source,
That law preserves the earth a sphere
And guides the planets in their course.

To a Tear.

She was good as she was fair.
None-none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are,
To know her was to love her.+

Jacqueline. St. 1.

* Numquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus, nec minus solum, quam quum solus esset.-CICERO. De Officiis. Lib. iii. cap 1.

+ To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever.

BURNS. Bonnie Lesley. I will, if you please, take you to the house, and introduce you to its worthy master, whom to know is to love.-SIR HUMPHRY Davy. Salmonia. Eighth Day. None knew thee but to love thee.

HALLECK. On the Death of Drake.

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Take away the sword, States can be saved without it.


In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there is no such word

Act ii. Sc. 2.

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LOVE took up the harp of Life, and smote on all

its chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling passed in music out of sight.

Locksley Hall.

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