John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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John Keats. (1795–1821) (continued) |
And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores. |
Sonnet. |
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Here lies one whose name was writ in water. 1 |
John Gardiner Calkins Brainard. (1795–1828) |
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Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass. |
Lament for Long Tom. |
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At the piping of all hands, When the judgment-signal ’s spread— When the islands and the lands And the seas give up their dead, And the South and North shall come; When the sinner is dismayed, And the just man is afraid, Then Heaven be thy aid, Poor Tom. |
Lament for Long Tom. |
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Far beneath the tainted foam That frets above our peaceful home, We dream in joy and wake in love Nor know the rage that yells above. |
The Deep. 2 |
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I saw two clouds at morning, Tinged with the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on, And mingled into one. I thought that morning cloud was blest, It moved so sweetly to the West. |
Epithalamium. |
Note 1. See Chapman, Quotation 20. Among the many things he has requested of me to-night, this is the principal,—that on his gravestone shall be this inscription.—Richard Monckton Milnes (Lord Houghton): Life, Letters, and Literary Remains of John Keats. Letter to Severn, vol. ii. p. 91. [back] |
Note 2. Harriet Beecher Stowe: When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean. [back] |