John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Southey. (1774–1843) (continued) |
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| From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on. |
| The Devil’s Walk. Stanza 1. |
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| He passed a cottage with a double coach-house,— A cottage of gentility; And he owned with a grin, That his favourite sin Is pride that apes humility. 1 |
| The Devil’s Walk. Stanza 8. |
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| Where Washington hath left His awful memory A light for after times! |
| Ode written during the War with America, 1814. |
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| How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven: In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths; Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night! |
| Thalaba. Book i. Stanza 1. |
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| “But what good came of it at last?” Quoth little Peterkin. “Why, that I cannot tell,” said he; “But ’t was a famous victory.” |
| The Battle of Blenheim. |
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| Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue. 2 |
| Madoc in Wales. Part i. 5. |
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| What will not woman, gentle woman dare, When strong affection stirs her spirit up? |
| Madoc in Wales. Part ii. 2. |
| Note 1. See Coleridge, Quotation 38. [back] |
| Note 2. ”Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,” As some one somewhere sings about the sky. Lord Byron: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 110. [back] |