|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Thomas Holley Chivers. (18071858) (continued)|
| In the music of the morns|
Blown through the Conchimarian horns,
Down the dark vistas of the reboantic Norns,
To the Genius of Eternity
Crying, Come to me! Come to me!
| The Poets Vacation.|
| On the beryl-rimmed rebecs of Ruby|
Brought fresh from the hyaline streams,
She played on the banks of the Yuba
Such songs as she heard in her dreams.
| Lily Adair.|
| As an egg, when broken, never|
Can be mended, but must ever
Be the same crushed egg for ever
So shall this dark heart of mine!
| To Allegra Florence in Heaven.|
| As the diamond is the crystalline Revelator of the achromatic white light of Heaven, so is a perfect poem the crystalline revelation of the Divine Idea.|
| Preface to Eonchs of Ruby.|
|James Henry Hammond. (18071864)|
| The very mudsills of society
. We call them slaves
. But I will not characterize that class at the North with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere; it is eternal.|
| Speech in the U. S. Senate, March, 1858.|
|Charles Jefferys. (18071865)|
| Come oer the moonlit sea,|
The waves are brightly glowing.
| The Moonlit Sea.|
| The morn was fair, the skies were clear,|
No breath came oer the sea.
| The Rose of Allandale.|