|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John James Ingalls. (18331900)|
| The purification of politics is an iridescent dream.|
| Every man is the center of a circle, whose fatal circumference he can not pass.|
| Eulogy on Benjamin Hill, United States Senate, Jan. 23, 1882.|
|Edmund Clarence Stedman. (18331908)|
| I dare aver|
He is a brave discoverer
Of climes his elders do not know.
He has more learning than appears
On the scroll of twice three thousand years.
| The Discoverer.|
| Crops failed; wealth took a flight; house, treasure, land,|
Slipped from my holdthus plenty comes and goes.
One friend I had, but he too loosed his hand
(Or was it I?) the year I met with Rose.
| The World well lost.|
| Give me to die unwitting of the day,|
And stricken in Lifes brave heat, with senses clear!
| Mors Benefica.|
|Sir Lewis Morris. (18331907)|
| The wind that sighs before the dawn|
Chases the gloom of night,
The curtains of the East are drawn,
And suddenlyt is light.
| Le Vent de lEsprit.|
| The love of the Right, tho cast down, the hate of victorious Ill,|
All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.
| A new Orphic Hymn.|