John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Jane Taylor. (1783–1824) (continued) |
| 5535 |
| Oh that it were my chief delight To do the things I ought! Then let me try with all my might To mind what I am taught. |
| For a Very Little Child. 1 |
| 5536 |
| Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother. |
| My Mother. |
| Reginald Heber. (1783–1826) |
| 5537 |
| Failed the bright promise of your early day. |
| Palestine. |
| 5538 |
| No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. 2 Majestic silence! |
| Palestine. |
| 5539 |
| Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. |
| Epiphany. |
| 5540 |
| By cool Siloam’s shady rill How sweet the lily grows! |
| First Sunday after Epiphany. No. ii. |
| 5541 |
| When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil. |
| Seventh Sunday after Trinity. |
| 5542 |
| Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower. |
| At a Funeral. No. i. |
| 5543 |
| Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb. |
| At a Funeral. No. ii. |
| 5544 |
| Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe’er, Still fluctuates o’er this changing scene, As false and fleeting as ’t is fair. |
| On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope. |
| Note 1. Written by Ann Taylor. [back] |
| Note 2. Altered in later editions to— No workman’s steel, no ponderous axes rung, Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. [back] |