Smith, Horace, born 1779, died 1849. Sprague, Charles, (American), born 1791, lives at Boston. Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, born 1516, beheaded 1547. Swinburne, Algernon Charles, born 1843, lives in London. Taylor, Bayard, (American), born 1825, lives at Cedar Croft, near Tennyson, Alfred, Poet Laureate, born 1810, lives at Freshwater, Isle of Wight. Thackeray, William Makepeace, born 1811, died 1863. Thomson, James, born 1700, died 1748. Waller, Edmund, born 1603, died 1687. White, Henry Kirke, born 1785, died 1806. Whitman, Walt, (American), born 1819, lives at Washington. Whittier, John Greenleaf, (American), born 1808, lives at Washington. Willis, Nathaniel P., (American), born 1807, died 1867. Wilson, John, born 1788, died 1854. Wolfe, Charles, born 1791, died 1823. Wordsworth, William, born 1770, died 1850. Wotton, Sir Henry, born 1568, died 1639. POESY AND THE POETS. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. I can refel opinion; and approve As she appears in many, poor and lame, Set high in spirit with the precious taste Of none but grave and consecrated eyes! BEN JONSON. Catsbibliott, AN ODE We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams; Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams;World losers and world forsakers On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We fashion an empire's glory; We in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself in our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. A breath of our inspiration A wondrous thing of our dreaming, Till our dream shall become their Present, They had no vision amazing Of the goodly house they are raising, Of the land to which they are going; And, therefore, to-day is thrilling And the multitudes are enlisted In the faith that their fathers resisted; And, scorning the dream of to-morrow, Are bringing to pass as they may In the world, for its joy or its sorrow, The dream that was scorned yesterday. But we, with our dreaming and singing, The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see, Our souls with high music ringing O men, it must ever be That we dwell in our dreaming and singing A little apart from ye. |