SOURCE immaterial of material naught,
Focus of light infinitesimal,
Sum of all things by sleepless Nature wrought, Of which abnormal man is decimal.
Refract, in prism immortal, from thy stars To the stars blent incipient on our flag, To beam translucent, neutrifying death, And raise to immortality "the rag."
This "anthem" was greatly praised by a celebrated German scholar, but the committee will feel obliged to reject it on account of its too childish simplicity.
THE sun sinks softly to his evening post, The sun swells grandly to his morning crown; Yet not a star our flag of heaven has lost,
And not a sunset stripe with him goes down.
So thrones may fall; and from the dust of those New thrones may rise, to totter like the last; But still our country's nobler planet glows,
While the eternal stars of Heaven are fast.
Upon finding that this does not go well to the air of "Yankee Doodle," the committee feel justified in declining it; being furthermore prejudiced against it by a suspicion that the poet has crowded an advertisement of a paper which he edits into the first line. Next we quote from a
ONE hue of our flag is taken From the cheeks of my blushing pet, And its stars beat time and sparkle Like the studs on her chemisette.
Its blue is the ocean shadow
That hides in her dreamy eyes, And it conquers all men, like her, And still for a Union flies.
Several members of the committee find that this "anthem has too much of the Anacreon spice to suit them. We next peruse a
BY THOMAS BAILEY A.
THE little brown squirrel hops in the corn, The cricket quaintly sings; The emerald pigeon nods his head,
And the shad in the river springs; The dainty sunflower hangs its head On the shore of the summer sea; And better far that I were dead,
If Maud did not love me.
I love the squirrel that hops in the corn, And the cricket that quaintly sings; And the emerald pigeon that nods his head, And the shad that gayly springs.
I love the dainty sunflower, too, And Maud with her snowy breast;
I love them all; but I love - I love - I love my country best.
This is certainly very beautiful, and sounds somewhat like Tennyson. Though it may be rejected by the committee, it can never lose its value as a piece of excellent reading for children. It is calculated to fill the youthful mind with patriotism and natural history, beside touching the youthful heart with an emotion palpitat ing for all.
We close the list with the following:
BEHOLD the flag! Is it not a flag? Deny it, man, if you dare! And midway spread 'twixt earth and sky It hangs like a written prayer.
Would impious hand of foe disturb
Its memories' holy spell,
And blight it with a dew of blood?
Ha, tr-r-aitor! . . . . It is well.
R. H. NEWELL. (ORPHEUS C. KERR.)
Samuel Lover 7 Wordsworth 211
All in our marriage garden G. Massey All in the Downs the fleet was moored John Gay "All quiet along the Potomac," they say
All thoughts, all passions, all delights Aloft upon an old basaltic crag
Shakespeare 615 Coleridge 81 F. J. O'Brien 715
Along the frozen lake she comes • Anonymous Although I enter not Thackeray A man in many a country town we know G. Colman Amazing, beauteous change! Doddridge
A dew-drop came, with a spark of flame Anonymous 654 A diagnosis of our history proves R.H. Newell 774 Adieu, adieu, my native shore Byron Adieu, adieu! our dream of love A district school, not far away Ae fond kiss and then we sover. Afar in the desert I love to ride Thos. Pringle 231 A fellow in a market-town Peter Pindar 740 A fiend once met a humble man Rev. Mr. Maclellan 418 A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by Wordsworth 577 A footstep struck her ear Scott Again the violet of our early days Eben. Elliott 308 And are ye sure the news is true? A generous friendship no cold medium knows And hast thou sought thy heavenly home And is the swallow gone?
A girl, who has so many wi!ful ways A good that never satisfies the mind Ah, Chloris, could I now but sit.
Ah! do not wanton with those eyes Ah, how sweet it is to love!
Ah! little they know of true happiness Ah! my heart is weary waiting.
Ah, my sweet sweeting
A moment, then, Lord Marmion stayed Among the beautiful pictures. Among thy fancies tell me this · R. Herrick A monk, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er
And let this feeble body fail
And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed
And on her lover's arm she leant
Mac-Carthy 305 Anonymous 49 Mac-Carthy
Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
And there two runners did the sign abide And thou hast walked about
Pope Tennyson
Wm. Morris
Horace Smith 542
Sir T. Wyatt 150 Leigh Hunt too long!
O. W. Holmes 373 Cowper
A nightingale, that all day long. Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
R. W. Emerson 319 Geo. Crabbe 570 Byron 533
A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. Arches on arches! as it were that Rome
Anonymous 487 W. C. Bryant 84 Anonymous 733 Art thou a thing of mortal birth Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? 169 670 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping
T. Moore T. Hood Coleridge
Alas! how light a cause may move Alas, that moon should ever beam Alas! they had been friends in youth Alas! what pity 't is that regularity Alice was a chieftain's daughter. A little in the doorway sitting. A little onward lend thy guiding hand All day long the storm of battle All grim and soiled and brown with tan Whittier All hail! thou noble land W. Allston All hail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores! Montgomery 471
John Wilson 590 T. Dekker
C. D. Shanly 79
T. Moore Wordsworth
T. Burbidge Milton 235 A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers Anonymous 378
Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pindar 738 Ca' the yowes to the knowes
Bachelor's hall, what a comical place it is! Anon. 729 Back in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane Newell 774 Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! G. A. Stevens 482 Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight
Celia and I the other day
Cheeks as soft as July peaches Child of the later days! Children of God, who, faint and slow Christmas is here
Matt. Prior 85 W. C. Bennett 4 Anonymous 543 Bowdler
Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring Clasp me a little longer on the brink Clear the brown path to meet his coulter's gleam
Clime of the unforgotten brave! Close his eyes; his work is done! Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise Come, all ye jolly shepherds Come back, come back together. Come, brother, turn with me from
James Hogg 82 L. E. Landon 9 pining thought
622 Come! fill a fresh bumper Come from my first, ay come ! 114 Come here, come here, and dwell 747 Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go ! Come in the evening, or come in the
T. Hood. A. De Vere 100 Dr. J. Leyden 299. Thos. Warton 325 Dr. S. Butler 737 Shelley Longfellow Young H. Bonar
Ben Battle was a soldier bold Bending between me and the taper Beneath a shivering canopy reclined Beneath this stony roof reclined Beside, he was a shrewd philosopher Best and brightest, come away Between the dark and the daylight Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer Beyond the smiling and the weeping Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies
Come into the garden, Maud . Come, let us plant the apple-tree Come, listen to me, you gallants so free Come live with me, and be my love Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song Come on, sir; here's the place
Come, O thou Traveller unknown. Come, rest in this bosom
Bird of the wilderness Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean
Thos. Davis 72 Tennyson 69
W. C. Bryant 361 Anonymous 496
C. Mar'owe 73 Shakespeare 655 Shakespeare 326 Chas. Wes.ey 270 T. Moore
Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 424 Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 597 Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Whittier Beaumont and Fletcher 575 E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace Shakespeare 224
G. H. Boker 449 Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily Rev. W. R. Duryea 134 Darkness is thinning (Translation of J. M. Neale) St. Gregory the Great 258 Daughter of God! that sitt'st on high Wm. Tennent 373 Day dawned; within a curtained room Barry Cornwall 195 Day hath put on his jacket O.W. Holmes 739 Day in melting purple dying Day of wrath, that day of burning
Shakespeare Farewell, thou busy world, and may C. Cotton Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean
A. Ramsay Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith Father of all! in every age Pope Father! thy wonders do not singly stand Jones Very Fear no more the heat o' the sun Shakespeare 190 Fear not, O little flock! the foe (Transl.) M. Altenburg 396 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed E. B. Browning 111
Trans by Abr. Coles, M. D. 262 Day set on Norham's castled steep Scott 525 Day stars! that ope your frownless eyes Horace Smith 363 | Flowers are fresh, and bushes green (Translation of Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd Deep in the wave is a coral grove Defer not till to-morrow to be wise Did you hear of the Widow Malone,
E. B. Browning 192 N. Cotton 135 J.G. Percival 476 Congreve 616
Did your letters pierce the queen Die down, O dismal day, and let me live Dip down upon the northern shore Deserted by the waning moon
Chas. Lever 105 Shakespeare 233 For England when with favoring gale David Gray 304 For one long term, or ere her trial came Canning Tennyson 304 For Reform we feels too lazy Punch Thos. Dibdin 479 Does the road wind up-hill all the way? C. G. Rossetti 261 Do we indeed desire the dead Tennyson 183 Down deep in a hollow, so damp Mrs. R. S. Nichols 672 Down in yon garden sweet and gay Anonymous 202 Down the dimpled greensward dancing Geo. Darley Dow's Flat. That 's its name F. B. Harte Do you ask what the birds say? Coleridge Drink to me only with thine eyes (Translation of Ben Jonson). Philostratus 608 P. Fletcher 258 Burns 106 Anonymous
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