* * * * *

_Missionary Hymn_.

From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand.

* * * * *

_Palestine_.

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence!

JONATHAN M. SEWALL.

_Epilogue to Cato_.

_Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth_, N. H., 1778.

No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
But the whole boundless continent is yours.

* * * * *

SAMUEL WOODWORTH.
1785-1842.

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

* * * * *

LORD BYRON.
1788-1821.

_Childe Harold_.

Canto i. St. 9.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.

Canto ii. St. 2.

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

* * * * *

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Stanza 6.

The dome of Thought, the palace of the soul.

Stanza 23.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?

Stanza 73.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!

Stanza 76.

Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,
Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?

Stanza 88.

Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground.

* * * * *

Age shakes Athena's towers, but spares gray Marathon.

Canto iii. St. 1.

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

Stanza 21.

There was a sound of revelry by night.
And all went merry as a marriage-bell.

Stanza 28.

Battle's magnificently stern array!

Stanza 55.

The castled crag of Drachenfels
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.

Stanza 92.

The sky is changed! and such a change! O night,
And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman.

Stanza 113.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

Canto iv. St. 1.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs.

Stanza 24.

The cold--the changed--perchance the dead anew,
The mourned--the loved--the lost--too many! yet how few!

Stanza 49.

Fills
The air around with beauty.

Stanza 69.