John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Thomas Moore. (1779–1852) (continued) |
| 5437 |
| You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. |
| Farewell! But whenever you welcome the Hour. |
| 5438 |
| Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds. |
| I ’d mourn the Hopes. |
| 5439 |
| No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us. |
| Come o’er the Sea. |
| 5440 |
| The light that lies In woman’s eyes. |
| The Time I ’ve lost in wooing. |
| 5441 |
| My only books Were woman’s looks,— And folly ’s all they ’ve taught me. |
| The Time I ’ve lost in wooing. |
| 5442 |
| I know not, I ask not, if guilt ’s in that heart, I but know that I love thee whatever thou art. |
| Come, rest in this Bosom. |
| 5443 |
| To live and die in scenes like this, With some we ’ve left behind us. |
| As slow our Ship. |
| 5444 |
| Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea. |
| Remember Thee. |
| 5445 |
| All that ’s bright must fade,— The brightest still the fleetest; All that ’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest. |
| All that ’s Bright must fade. |