John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Thomas Kibble Hervey. (18041859)
The tomb of him who would have made The world too glad and free.
The Devils Progress. 2
He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summers eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.
The Devils Progress. 3
A love that took an early root, And had an early doom.
The Devils Progress. 4
Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles, But never came to shore.
The Devils Progress. 5
A Hebrew knelt in the dying light, His eye was dim and cold, The hairs on his brow were silver-white, And his blood was thin and old.
The Devils Progress. 6
Wake, soldier, wake, thy war-horse waits To bear thee to the battle back; Thou slumberest at a foemans gates, Thy dog would break thy bivouac; Thy plume is trailing in the dust And thy red falchion gathering rust.
The dead Trumpeter. 7
Gayly we glide in the gaze of the world With streamers afloat and with canvas unfurled, All gladness and glory to wandering eyes, Yet chartered by sorrow and freighted with sighs.
The convict Ship.