John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay. (1800–1859) (continued) |
| And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout? And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread? |
| The Battle of Naseby. |
| 6168 |
| Ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons. 1 |
| Political Georgics. |
| J. Augustus Wade. (1800–1875) |
| 6169 |
| Meet me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale Must be told by the moonlight alone, In the grove at the end of the vale! You must promise to come, for I said I would show the night-flowers their queen. Nay, turn not away that sweet head, ’T is the loveliest ever was seen. |
| Meet me by Moonlight. |
| 6170 |
| ’T were vain to tell thee all I feel, Or say for thee I’d die. Ah, well-a-day, the sweetest melody Could never, never say, one half my love for thee. |
| ’T were vain to tell. |
| Lord Charles Neaves. (1800–1876) |
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| Pouter, tumbler and fantail are from the same source; The racer and hack may be traced to one horse; So men were developed from monkeys of course, 2 Which nobody can deny. |
| The Origin of Species. |
| Note 1. Macaulay, in a letter, June 29, 1831, says “I sent these lines to the ‘Times’ about three years ago.” [back] |
| Note 2. See Lord Beaconsfield, page 625. [back] |