John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| John Keble. (1792–1866) |
| 5877 |
| The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask. |
| Morning. |
| 5878 |
| Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die? Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh. |
| The Christian Year. Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity. |
| 5879 |
| ’T is sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store. |
| Burial of the Dead. |
| 5880 |
| Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. |
| Evening. |
| Felicia Dorothea (Browne) Hemans. (1793–1835) |
| 5881 |
| The stately homes of England,— How beautiful they stand, Amid their tall ancestral trees, O’er all the pleasant land! |
| The Homes of England. |
| 5882 |
| The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed. |
| Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers. |
| 5883 |
| What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith’s pure shrine. |
| Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers. |