John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Jean Ingelow 1820-1897 John Bartlett
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Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet. |
Divided. |
2 |
But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell. |
Divided. |
3 |
A sweeter woman ne’er drew breath Than my sonne’s wife, Elizabeth. |
The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire. |
4 |
Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known For lack of listeners are not said. |
Afterthought. |
5 |
How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful! |
The Mariner’s Cave. |
6 |
To bear, to nurse, to rear, To watch and then to lose, To see my bright ones disappear, Drawn up like morning dews. |
Songs of Seven. Seven times Six. |