John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) |
| 5568 |
| Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other’s weal avail’d on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. |
| Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer. |
| 5569 |
| I only know we loved in vain; I only feel—farewell! farewell! |
| Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer. |
| 5570 |
| When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years. |
| When we Two parted. |
| 5571 |
| Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. |
| English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6. |
| 5572 |
| ’T is pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print; A book ’s a book, although there ’s nothing in ’t. |
| English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 51. |
| 5573 |
| With just enough of learning to misquote. |
| English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 66. |
| 5574 |
| As soon Seek roses in December, ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that ’s false, before You trust in critics. |
| English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 75. |
| 5575 |
| Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms. |
| English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 326. |
| 5576 |
| Oh, Amos Cottle! Phœbus! what a name! |
| English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 399. |
| 5577 |
| So the struck eagle, stretch’d upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View’d his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing’d the shaft that quiver’d in his heart. 1 |
| English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 826. |
| Note 1. See Waller, Quotation 2. [back] |