| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Thomas Holley Chivers. (18071858) (continued) |
| | | 6461 | 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. |
| 6462 | 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. |
| 6463 | 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. |
| 6464 | | 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) |
| | | 6465 | | 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) |
| | | 6466 | Come oer the moonlit sea, The waves are brightly glowing. |
| The Moonlit Sea. |
| 6467 | The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came oer the sea. |
| The Rose of Allandale. |
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