John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
George Parsons Lathrop 1851-1898 John Bartlett
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| The sunshine of thine eyes, (O still celestial beam!) Whatever it touches it fills With the life of its lambent gleam. The sunshine of thine eyes, Oh, let it fall on me! Though I be but a mote of the air, I could turn to gold for thee. |
| The Sunshine of thine Eyes. |