John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Thomas Moore. (1779–1852) (continued) |
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Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime! |
Those evening Bells. |
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Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood’s years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken. |
Oft in the Stilly Night. |
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I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed. |
Oft in the Stilly Night. |
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As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun ’s upon Be all that e’er shall meet thy glances! |
Peace be around Thee. |
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If I speak to thee in friendship’s name, Thou think’st I speak too coldly; If I mention love’s devoted flame, Thou say’st I speak too boldly. |
How shall I woo? |
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A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady. |
How shall I woo? |
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The bird let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam; |