James Wood, comp. Dictionary of Quotations. 1899.
Campbell
Beauty’s tears are lovelier than her smile.
But now our fates from unmomentous things / May rise like rivers out of little springs.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind, / But leave,—oh! leave the light of hope behind! / What though my winged hours of bliss have been, / Like angel-visits, few and far between?
Coming events cast their shadows before.
Few, few shall part where many meet; The snow shall be their winding-sheet, / And every turf beneath their feet / Shall be a soldier’s sepulchre.
I watch the wheels of Nature’s mazy plan, / And learn the future by the past of man.
Like angels’ visits, few and far between.From Blair.
Now our fates from unmomentous things / May rise like rivers out of little springs.
One could take down a book from a shelf ten times more wise and witty than almost any man’s conversation.
The meteor flag of England, / Shall yet terrific burn, / Till danger’s troubled night depart, / And the star of peace return.
’Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, / And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
To live in hearts we leave behind / Is not to die.
What millions died that Cæsar might be great!
Ye mariners of England, / That guard our native seas, / Whose flag has braved a thousand years / The battle and the breeze.