"A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear."

Gertrude of Wyoming. Part i. Stanza 23.

"O Love! in such a wilderness as this."

Gertrude of Wyoming. Part iii. Stanza 1.

"The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!"

Gertrude of Wyoming. Part iii. Stanza 5.

"Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree, It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free."

Song of the Greeks.

"Drink ye to her that each loves best! And if you nurse a flame That 's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name."

Drink ye to Her.

"To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die."

Hallowed Ground.

"Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!"

The Beech-Tree's Petition.

"The gentleman [Josiah Quincy] cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, "Peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must.""

Speech, 1813.

"Government is a trust, and the officers of the government are trustees; and both the trust and the trustees are created for the benefit of the people."

Speech at Ashland, Ky., March, 1829.

"I have heard something said about allegiance to the South. I know no South, no North, no East, no West, to which I owe any allegiance."

Speech, 1848.

"Sir, I would rather be right than be President."

Speech, 1850 (referring to the Compromise Measures).

"And the star-spangled banner, oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"

The Star-Spangled Banner.

"Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

The Star-Spangled Banner.

"Thinking is but an idle waste of thought, And nought is everything and everything is nought."

Rejected Addresses. Cui Bono?

"In the name of the Prophet--figs."

Johnson's Ghost.

"And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory."

Address to the Mummy at Belzoni's Exhibition.

"When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew."

Song. From Juvenile Poems.

"Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I 'll taste the luxury of woe."

Anacreontic.

"Where bastard Freedom waves The fustian flag in mockery over slaves."

To the Lord Viscount Forbes, written from the City of Washington.

"How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?"

To Thomas Hume.

"I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near; And I said, "If there 's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here.""

Ballad Stanzas.

"Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time."

A Canadian Boat-Song.

"Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past."

A Canadian Boat-Song.

"The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them."

Preface to Corruption and Intolerance.

"Like a young eagle who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart."

Corruption.

"A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade."

Intercepted Letters. Letter vi.

"There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!"

Little Man and Little Soul.

"Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!"

Go where Glory waits thee.

"Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid,"

Oh breathe not his Name.

"And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls."

Oh breathe not his Name.

"The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more."

The Harp that once through Tara's Halls.

"Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all."

On the Death of Sheridan.

"Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade."

On the Death of Sheridan.

"Good at a fight, but better at a play; Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay."

On a Cast of Sheridan's Hand.

"Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print."

The Fudges in England. Letter iii.

"Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon."

Fly not yet.

"Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon."

Fly not yet.

"When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?"

Fly not yet.

"And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns."

Oh think not my Spirits are always as light.

"Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore."

Rich and rare were the Gems she wore.

"There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet."

The Meeting of the Waters.

"Oh, weep for the hour When to Eveleen's bower The lord of the valley with false vows came."

Eveleen's Bower.

"Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?"

Come, send round the Wine.

"No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close; As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose."

Believe me, if all those endearing young Charms.

"The moon looks On many brooks "The brook can see no moon but this.""

While gazing on the Moon's Light.

"And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon."

Ill Omens.

"'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near."

'T is sweet to think.

"'T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea."

The Origin of the Harp.

"But there 's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream."

Love's Young Dream.

"To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee."

I saw thy Form.