John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Anna Letitia (Aikin) Barbauld 1743-1825 John Bartlett
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| Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky. |
| The Invitation. |
| 2 |
| This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars. |
| A Summer’s Evening Meditation. |
| 3 |
| It is to hope, though hope were lost. 1 |
| Come here, Fond Youth. |
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| Life! we ’ve been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; ’T is hard to part when friends are dear,— Perhaps ’t will cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not “Good night,” but in some brighter clime Bid me “Good morning.” |
| Life. |
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| So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o’er; So gently shuts the eye of day; 2 So dies a wave along the shore. |
| The Death of the Virtuous. |
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| Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping? |
| Hymns in Prose. xiii. |
| Note 1. Who against hope believed in hope.—Romans iv. 18. Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.—James Montgomery: The World before the Flood. [back] |
| Note 2. See Chaucer, Quotation 57. [back] |