Winfield Scott (1786-1861): Letter to W. H. Seward, March 3, 1861.
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep.
Emma Willard (1787-1870): The Cradle of the Deep.
Right as a trivet.
R. H. Barham (1788-1845): The Ingoldsby Legends. Auto-da-fe.
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My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the morning sky,
But ere the shades of evening close