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