John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Bartholomew Dowling 1823-1863 John Bartlett
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| We meet neath the sounding rafter, And the walls around are bare; As they shout back our peals of laughter It seems that the dead are there. Ho! stand to your glasses steady! ’T is all we have left to prize. A cup to the dead already,— Hurrah for the next that dies! 1 |
| The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India. |
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| Who dreads to the dust returning? Who shrinks from the sable shore, Where the high and haughty yearning Of the soul can sting no more? |
| The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India. |
| Note 1. Often attributed to Alfred Domett. [back] |