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Past are three summers since she first beheld
The ocean; all around the child await
Some exclamation of amazement here.
She coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased,
Is this the mighty ocean? is this all?
That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,--
Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold,
Soul discontented with capacity,--
Is gone (I fear) forever. Need I say
She was enchanted by the wicked spells
Of Gebir, whom with lust of power inflamed
The western winds have landed on our coast?
I since have watcht her in lone retreat,
Have heard her sigh and soften out the name.

Walter Savage Landor

And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.

Thomas Campbell

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?

Thomas Campbell

Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
With his back to the field and his feet to the foe,
And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.

Thomas Campbell

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.

Thomas Campbell

In the name of the Prophet--figs.

Horace Smith

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

Thomas Moore

If I speak to thee in friendship's name,
Thou think'st I speak too coldly;
If I mention love's devoted flame,
Thou say'st I speak too boldly.

Thomas Moore

Oh call it by some better name,
For friendship sounds too cold.

Thomas Moore

And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

Leigh Hunt

Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed.

Sir William Francis Patrick Napier

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal avail'd on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

'T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Oh, Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,
And decorate the verse herself inspires:
This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,--
Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Tully was not so eloquent as thou,
Thou nameless column with the buried base.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

He left a corsair's name to other times,
Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,
Half dust, half deity, alike unfit
To sink or soar.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt
In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss
Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.

Fitz-Greene Halleck

Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days!
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.

Fitz-Greene Halleck

No gilded dome swells from the lowly roof to catch the morning or evening beam; but the love and gratitude of united America settle upon it in one eternal sunshine. From beneath that humble roof went forth the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who knew no glory but his country's good; to that he returned, happiest when his work was done. There he lived in noble simplicity, there he died in glory and peace. While it stands, the latest generations of the grateful children of America will make this pilgrimage to it as to a shrine; and when it shall fall, if fall it must, the memory and the name of Washington shall shed an eternal glory on the spot.

Edward Everett

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

John Keats

Note 1.See Chapman, Quotation 20.

Among the many things he has requested of me to-night, this is the principal,--that on his gravestone shall be this inscription.--Richard Monckton Milnes (Lord Houghton): Life, Letters, and Literary Remains of John Keats. Letter to Severn, vol. ii. p. 91.

John Keats

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