John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Hartley Coleridge 1796-1849 John Bartlett
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The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed center. |
To Shakespeare. |
2 |
On this hapless earth There ’s small sincerity of mirth, And laughter oft is but an art To drown the outcry of the heart. |
Address to certain Gold-fishes. |
3 |
She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me: Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. |
Song. She is not fair. |
4 |
Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. |
Song. She is not fair. |