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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Thomas Kibble Hervey 1804-1859 John Bartlett

    The tomb of him who would have made
  The world too glad and free.
          The Devil’s Progress.
    He stood beside a cottage lone
  And listened to a lute,
One summer’s eve, when the breeze was gone,
  And the nightingale was mute.
          The Devil’s Progress.
    A love that took an early root,
  And had an early doom.
          The Devil’s Progress.
    Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,
  But never came to shore.
          The Devil’s Progress.
    A Hebrew knelt in the dying light,
  His eye was dim and cold,
The hairs on his brow were silver-white,
  And his blood was thin and old.
          The Devil’s Progress.
    Wake, soldier, wake, thy war-horse waits
  To bear thee to the battle back;
Thou slumberest at a foeman’s gates,—
  Thy dog would break thy bivouac;
Thy plume is trailing in the dust
And thy red falchion gathering rust.
          The dead Trumpeter.
    Gayly we glide in the gaze of the world
With streamers afloat and with canvas unfurled,
All gladness and glory to wandering eyes,
Yet chartered by sorrow and freighted with sighs.
          The convict Ship.