| I envy them, those monks of old;|
Their books they read, and their beads they told.
| G. P. R. James (18011860): The Monks of Old.|
| A place in thy memory, dearest,|
Is all that I claim;
To pause and look back when thou hearest
The sound of my name.
| Gerald Griffin (18031840): A Place in thy Memory.|
| Sparkling and bright in liquid light|
Does the wine our goblets gleam in;
With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in.
| Charles Fenno Hoffman (18061884): Sparkling and Bright.|
| The very mudsills of society
. We call them slaves
. But I will not characterize that class at the North with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere; it is eternal.|
| James H. Hammond (18071864): Speech in the U. S. Senate, March, 1858.|
| It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that this is war.|
| Charles Francis Adams (18071886): Despatch to Earl Russell, Sept. 5, 1863.|
| We are swinging round the circle.|
| Andrew Johnson (18081875): On the Presidential Reconstruction Tour, August, 1866.|
| We have been friends together|
In sunshine and in shade.
| Caroline E. S. Norton (18081877): We have been Friends.|
| All we ask is to be let alone.|
| Jefferson Davis (18081889): First Message to the Confederate Congress, March, 1861.|
| T is said that absence conquers love;|
But oh believe it not!
I ve tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.
| Frederick W. Thomas (1808 ): Absence conquers Love.|
| Oh would I were a boy again,|
When life seemed formed of sunny years,
And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!
| Mark Lemon (18091870): Oh would I were a Boy again.|
| Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,|
Upstairs and dounstairs, in his nicht-goun,
Tirlin at the window, cryin at the lock,
Are the weans in their bed? for it s nou ten oclock.
| William Miller (18101872): Willie Winkie.|
| We are Republicans, and dont propose to leave our party and identify ourselves with the party whose antecedents have been Rum, Romanism, and Rebellion.|
| Samuel D. Burchard (1812 ),one of the deputation visiting Mr. Blaine, Oct. 29, 1884.|
| A life on the ocean wave!|
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
| Epes Sargent (18131881): Life on the Ocean Wave.|
| What are the wild waves saying,|
Sister, the whole day long,
That ever amid our playing
I hear but their low, lone song?
| Joseph E. Carpenter (1813 ): What are the wild Waves saying?|
| Well, General, we have not had many dead cavalrymen lying about lately.|
| Joseph Hooker (18131879): A remark to General Averill, November, 1862.|
| Come in the evening, or come in the morning;|
Come when you re looked for, or come without warning.
| Thomas O. Davis (18141845): The Welcome.|
| But whether on the scaffold high|
Or in the battles van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man!
| Michael J. Barry (Circa 1815): The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844, Vol. ii. p. 809.|