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• One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
  -- Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790-1867) -- Marco Bozzari...
• Strike--for your altars and your fires! Strike--for the green graves of your sires!
  God, and your native land! -- Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790-1867) -- Marco Bozzari...
• Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels For the first time her first-born's breath!
  Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke!...
• There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
  -- Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790-1867) -- Twiligh...
• This bank-note world. -- Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790-1867) -- Alnwick Castle
• Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines, Shrines to no code or creed confined,-- The Delphian vales, the Palestines, The Meccas of the mind.
  -- Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790-1867) -- Bu...
• Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare "You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.
  As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes....
• They love their land because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why
  Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his Majesty....
• Lord Stafford mines for coal and salt, The Duke of Norfolk deals in malt, The Douglas in red herrings.
  -- Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790-1867) -- Alnwick Castle...