Footnotes
[536:1] See Jonson, page [178].
LEIGH HUNT. 1784-1859.
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.
Abou Ben Adhem.
Write me as one who loves his fellow-men.
Abou Ben Adhem.
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Abou Ben Adhem.
Oh for a seat in some poetic nook,
Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!
Politics and Poetics.
With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks
To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.
The Story of Rimini.
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SAMUEL WOODWORTH. 1785-1842.
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
The Old Oaken Bucket.
Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing,
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
The Old Oaken Bucket.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
The Old Oaken Bucket.
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 1785-1842.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast,
And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast.
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While like the eagle free
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England on the lee.
A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.
A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.
When looks were fond and words were few.
Poet's Bridal-day Song.
SIR W. F. P. NAPIER. 1785-1860.
Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed.
Peninsular War (1810). Vol. ii. Book xi. Chap. iii.
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JOHN PIERPONT. 1785-1866.
A weapon that comes down as still
As snowflakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman's will,
As lightning does the will of God;
And from its force nor doors nor locks
Can shield you,—'t is the ballot-box.
A Word from a Petitioner.
From every place below the skies
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,—
The incense of the heart,[538:1]—may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
Every Place a Temple.