John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Robert Southey. (1774–1843) |
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“You are old, Father William,” the young man cried, ”The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,— Now tell me the reason I pray.” |
The Old Man’s Comforts, and how he gained them. |
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The march of intellect. 1 |
Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society. Vol. ii. p. 360. The Doctor, Chap. Extraordinary. |
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The laws are with us, and God on our side. |
On the Rise and Progress of Popular Disaffection (1817). Essay viii. Vol. ii. p. 107. |
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Agreed to differ. |
Life of Wesley. |
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My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where’er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. |
Occasional Pieces. xviii. |
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How does the water Come down at Lodore? |
The Cataract of Lodore. |
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So I told them in rhyme, For of rhymes I had store. |
The Cataract of Lodore. |
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Through moss and through brake. |
The Cataract of Lodore. |
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Helter-skelter, Hurry-scurry. |
The Cataract of Lodore. |
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A sight to delight in. |
The Cataract of Lodore. |
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And so never ending, but always descending. |
The Cataract of Lodore. |
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And this way the water comes down at Lodore. |
The Cataract of Lodore. |
Note 1. See Burke, Quotation 19. [back] |