John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Fitz-Greene Halleck. (1790–1867) (continued) |
5831 |
They love their land because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his Majesty. |
Connecticut. |
5832 |
This bank-note world. |
Alnwick Castle. |
5833 |
Lord Stafford mines for coal and salt, The Duke of Norfolk deals in malt, The Douglas in red herrings. |
Alnwick Castle. |
Charles Wolfe. (1791–1823) |
5834 |
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried. |
The Burial of Sir John Moore. |
5835 |
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. |
The Burial of Sir John Moore. |
5836 |
Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. |
The Burial of Sir John Moore. |
5837 |
If I had thought thou couldst have died, I might not weep for thee; But I forgot, when by thy side, That thou couldst mortal be. |
To Mary. |
5838 |
Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light, ne’er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore. |
To Mary. |
5839 |
Go, forget me! why should sorrow O’er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing! Smile,—though I shall not be near thee; Sing,—though I shall never hear thee! |
Go, forget me! |