John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| James Gates Percival. (1795–1856) |
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| Hail to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast! The sepulchres of mighty dead, The truest hearts that ever bled, Who sleep on glory’s brightest bed, A fearless host: No slave is here:—our unchained feet, Walk freely as the waves that beat Our coast. |
| New England. |
| 5964 |
| On thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break As down he bears before the gale. |
| To Seneca Lake. |
| 5965 |
| The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless fields of upper air. |
| The coral Grove. |
| Thomas Carlyle. (1795–1881) |
| 5966 |
| Except by name, Jean Paul Friedrich Richter is little known out of Germany. The only thing connected with him, we think, that has reached this country is his saying,—imported by Madame de Staël, and thankfully pocketed by most newspaper critics,—“Providence has given to the French the empire of the land; to the English that of the sea; to the Germans that of—the air!” |
| Richter. Edinburgh Review, 1827. |
| 5967 |
| He who would write heroic poems should make his whole life a heroic poem. |
| Life of Schiller. |