John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Thomas Hood. (1799–1845) (continued) |
| 6098 |
| One more unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death. |
| The Bridge of Sighs. |
| 6099 |
| Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! |
| The Bridge of Sighs. |
| 6100 |
| Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! |
| The Bridge of Sighs. |
| 6101 |
| Even God’s providence Seeming estranged. |
| The Bridge of Sighs. |
| 6102 |
| No sun—no moon—no morn—no noon, No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day, No warmth—no cheerfulness—no healthful ease, No road, no street, no t’ other side the way, No comfortable feel in any member— No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November! |
| November. |
| 6103 |
| No solemn sanctimonious face I pull, Nor think I’m pious when I’m only bilious; Nor study in my sanctum supercilious, To frame a Sabbath Bill or forge a Bull. |
| Ode to Rae Wilson. |
| 6104 |
| Each cloud-capt mountain is a holy altar; An organ breathes in every grove; And the full heart ’s a Psalter, Rich in deep hymn of gratitude and love. |
| Ode to Rae Wilson. |
| 6105 |
| His death, which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell. |
| Faithless Sally Brown. |
| 6106 |
| That fierce thing They call a conscience. |
| Lamia. Scene vii. |