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Denham. -— Perry. - Keats.


(THOMAS) LORD DENHAM. 1779 - 1854.

A delusion, a mockery, and a snare.

O'Connell v. The Queen, ii Clark and Finnelly.

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The mere repetition of the Cantilena of lawyers cannot make it law, unless it can be traced to some competent authority; and, if it be irreconcilable, to some clear legal principle.



1785 – 1820.

We have met the enemy, and they are ours.

Letter to General Harrison, dated, “United States

Brig Niagara. Off the Western Sisters. Sept. 10, 1813. 4 P. M.”

JOHN KEATS. 1795 – 1821.

O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene!

Ode to a Nightingale.

Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Ibid.

E'en like the passage of an angel's tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.

To One who has been long in City pent.


Coleridge. Bayly. Halleck.


Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.

She is not fair.


The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

The Mistletoe Bough.


This bank-note world.

Alnwick Castle.

Lord Stafford mines for coal and salt,
The Duke of Norfolk deals in malt,

The Douglass in red herrings. Ibid.


A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long.

The Brave Old Oak.

Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak

Who stands in his pride alone;
And still flourish he, a hale green tree,

When a hundred years are gone! Ibid.

Lovell. - Browning. - Tupper.



Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
Ingomar the Barbarian. Act ii. Translated

from the German.


Are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, One — when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge? One -- when, a prince, he rises with his pearl ? Festus, I plunge.

Paracelsus ii. Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts !

Ibid. iii.

MARTIN F. TUPPER. A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.

Of Education. God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.

Of Immortality.


I am very lonely now, Mary,

For the poor make no new friends ;
But O, they love the better still
The few our Father sends.

Lament of the Irish Emigrant,

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(Lady Dufferin continued. I'm sitting on the stile, Mary, Where we sat side by side.

Lament of the Irish Emigrant.

LORD JOHN MANNERS. Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, But leave us still our old nobility.

England's Trust, and other Poems. London, 1840.


Two hands upon the breast,

And labour's done : 1
Two pale feet cross'd in rest,
The race is won.

Now and Afterwards.

What we gave, we have ;
What we spent, we had ;

What we left, we lost.
Epitaph of Edward Courtenay, Earl of Devonshire.

From Cleaveland's Genealogical History of the

Family of Courtenay, p. 142. On cherub and on cherubim full royally he rode, And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all around.

From Sternhold and Hopkins. Altered. 1 Two hands upon the breast, and labour is past. Russian Proverb.

I wish I were where Helen lies,
Night and day on me she cries.1

Fair Helen of Kirconnel. From Scott's

Minstrelsy of the Scottish border, iii. 98. Medicine for the soul. Inscription over the Door of the Library at Thebes.

Diodorus Siculus i. 49, 3. “ There is no other royal path which leads to geometry,” said Euclid to Ptolemy I.

Proclus, Com. on Euclid's Elements. Book ii. Ch. iv.

The Gentle Craft.

According to Brady (Clavis Calendarea), this designation arose from the fact, that, in an old romance, a prince of the name of Crispin is made to exercise, in honour of his namesake, St. Crispin, the trade of shoemaking.

There is a tradition that King Edward IV., in one of his disguises, once drank with a party of shoemakers, and pledged them ; the story is alluded to in the old play ; Marry because you have drank with the King, And the King hath so graciously pledg'd you, You shall no more be called shoemakers; But you and yours, to the world's end, Shall be called the trade of the gentle craft.

George A. Greene (1599).

1 I wish I were where Anna lies,
For I am sick of lingering here.

Gifford, Baviad and Marviad.

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